The wind howled around them as they broke through the storm of claws and fangs.
Ether storms churned above the rupture and arcs of unstable light crackled like lightning trapped in an endless loop.
Clarisse led the charge, her crimson petals scattering like a herald of death.
Each swing of her sword tore through a dozen aberrants at once and their bodies cleaved before they even realized she was there.
Her movements were precise and yet carried an overwhelming weight that made the monsters hesitate just a fraction too long.
Right behind her, Brandon moved like a shadow to her flame.
He weaved through the gaps she left, killing the aberrants.
Astrid, of course, was casually tucked behind him with one hand resting lightly on the back of his coat, letting him cut the path forward.
The chaos of the battlefield didn't seem to reach her and she casually hummed under her breath, skipping over corpses without a care in the world.
But her gaze was far from idle.
