The moment the chapter of our collective stupidity turned its page, we lunged forward as one.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Just four idiots sprinting straight into a horde of screaming, mutating, overgrown monkey abominations.
A beautiful sight, really.
I met the first beast head-on.
It's massive claw, bigger than my entire torso, came crashing down with enough force to crater the earth. My glass blade, thin and deceptively delicate in appearance, rose to meet it.
For a second, just one tiny, lying second, the clash looked equal.
Power pressing against power.
Claw against glass.
Roar against my smiling face.
And then I pushed.
The illusion shattered.
SHRRRKK.
My blade sliced clean through the claw.
Neat.
Precise.
Like the beast had offered its arm to a guillotine and politely leaned in.
A spray of green blood erupted in an arc behind me, warm droplets hitting my cheek. I ignored it and stepped in, letting momentum flow like a second heartbeat.
One smooth arc.
