Chaos erupted the moment steel met flesh.
The two hunting parties slammed into the Herald's advancing horde not as allies bound by necessity, but as rivals chasing the same blood-soaked prize. The rain-slick street became a killing ground, boots splashing through water and gore as monsters, hunters, and fleeing civilians collided in a single, roaring mass.
Kade carved a path straight toward the Troll King.
He moved with ruthless precision, twin xiphos flashing in tight, controlled arcs as he cut through lesser creatures that strayed too close. There was no wasted motion in him. No flourish. Every step shortened the distance to his true target. His hunters flowed around him like extensions of his intent, maintaining formation even as chaos surged at their flanks.
