Arthur moved like a weapon that had long forgotten the need for hesitation. He was absolute, merciless, and beautiful in his efficiency. His sword cleaved through the air in arcs of silver fire, each motion deliberate, economical, born from a lifetime drawn in blood and discipline. The forest light caught the blade's edges, turning every strike into a fragment of lightning.
Ahce fired beside him, rifle kicking against her shoulder with controlled fury.
Bang.
Reload.
Bang.
Beasts fell, cracked earth blooming beneath their collapsing weight, but for every body that dropped, two more rose snarling from shadow and smoke.
They were endless.
Unnatural.
Terrifying
"Fall back!" Arthur barked, voice sharp as a snapped wire.
