The night, once filled with nocturnal silence and the smell of food from restaurants.
Now it was heavy with the smell of iron, smoke, and a palpable panic.
Kyrian and Yanyu ran through the main street, dodging those who were running in the opposite direction. Screams of despair and the sound of bestial growls echoed from outside the city, creating a symphony of chaos.
As they approached the main gate, the scale of things became clear. The stone wall, which had always seemed impenetrable, now swarmed with desperate activity.
Men and women shot arrows into the darkness. Their cries of determination turned into terrified screams as enormous shadows dove from the sky.
Ripping those on the wall away with claws as sharp as blades. The darkness of night was the greatest ally of the flying beasts, making them appear like murderous wraiths.
