Corrupted humanoids swarmed from every direction, their bodies twisted and unnatural. They lunged at anything that moved, soldiers, civilians, even each other. The air stank of blood and smoke.
General Corpuz stood firm in the chaos, arms steady as he fired arrow after arrow. Fresh arrows hung at his side, looted from a storage crate.
His muscles burned, but something new surged through him.
Beside him, General Broner slashed through a charging humanoid, kicking the corpse aside.
For a brief second, they locked eyes. Still breathing. Still fighting.
The Swarm Heal Isaac left behind wasn't just healing. It was buffing them, faster, sharper, stronger.
They weren't just surviving. They were pushing back.
"Hold the line! Protect the civilians!" Broner shouted, slicing through another twisted form.
The soldiers around them responded, rallying behind the generals. Blades clashed. Arrows flew. The line held.
