"They are attacking?"
As Enzo and the others moved alongside the Tyrants of the dark side, escorting toward the castle, shapes began to crawl out from alleys, rooftops, and broken streets. Strange creatures emerged without warning, twisted forms lunging at them with feral intent, striking again and again as if driven by instinct alone.
Each time a head rose, an axe followed.
The bull demon moved like an executioner, his weapon cleaving through flesh and bone with brutal efficiency. Bodies fell before they could even slow the procession, leaving a clear path through the chaos. No matter how many appeared, none were allowed to linger long enough to threaten the group.
"Yes, I had a feeling that was the case," Master Seth said, nodding slowly as his eyes traced the fallen remains.
