Two streets over, Kuro materialized from the thick black smoke near a collapsed residential building. A family of four was pinned beneath a massive, burning support beam. Her shadow-forged daggers moved with terrifying, surgical precision, slicing cleanly through the load-bearing wood. She dragged them free—a mother, two weeping children, and a grandfather—seconds before the roof completely caved in.
'The northern evacuation route is clear. But the eastern district is being overrun. There are survivors in the chapel. The Court is directing the surge.'
Nathan's blood turned to ice. "Where?"
'Three operatives. Positioned near the eastern gate. They are utilizing their summons to herd the monster tide directly toward the highest concentration of civilians.'
"Mirko—anchor the shelter! Do not let it fall! Shiro—finish the Drakes, then rendezvous at the eastern gate. Kuro—with me."
