Kyrian took a deep breath amidst the dust and debris of the collapsing wall that still rained down around him.
Old Wang had already advanced to face the Iron-Spiked Beast. His presence had moved away, and soon the beasts that had cowered in fear of his strength began to surge forward again through the wreckage.
Kyrian remembered the old man's words and decided to follow them. There was nothing more he could do there.
He tightened his grip on his sword, feeling the chill of the blade in his palm.
With every passing second, more beasts broke through the rubble and entered the city. The screams of those fighting and the roars of the beasts blended together in a whirlwind of chaos.
Kyrian didn't look back and ran.
His feet struck blood-soaked stones. Many times, he came across fallen bodies, groaning in pain or already dead.
Along the way, smaller beasts leapt at him. Wolves with elongated fangs, boars with bony armor, and others lunged from the shadows with hatred.
