The strike would have landed.
But Draik intercepted.
He surged in from the side, forcing Luna to twist mid-attack and redirect her blade to block his incoming blow.
Sparks of energy exploded between them as their clash forced her backward.
Meanwhile, Albert landed atop a building and the spawn followed immediately.
It launched itself after him, claws slashing in wide, destructive arcs that tore chunks from concrete and steel.
Each swing was heavy, brutal, aimed to crush rather than cut.
Albert leapt again, drawing it farther from the others. And Wester followed, laughter echoing wildly through the destruction.
Behind them, his remaining men finally recovered from the shock. They began to move.
But then something worse happened.
Several people within the crowd suddenly convulsed.
Dark purplish essence erupted beneath their skin, crawling upward in vein-like patterns until it reached their heads. Their eyes glazed over as power surged through them.
