The plaza erupted into chaos.
Three massive summoning circles flared, throwing harsh, strobing purple light against the crumbling architecture. But the Tower's oppressive gloom immediately fought back, suffocating the glow and muting the deafening roar of the arriving beasts into a heavy, muffled rumble.
Nathan's [Hunter's Insight] screamed with fresh data. The wireframe overlay painted the battlefield in chaotic layers, cutting through the acoustic and visual suppression.
To the left, the broad-shouldered operative marched forward, a dark steel mace in his grip. Rising behind him was the Iron Revenant—an eight-foot-tall monument of rusted torture cages and black iron, wielding a greatsword the size of a park bench. It moved with the grinding, terrible inevitability of a collapsing building.
