The others froze when they saw Myles's knees sink under the monster's strength. They saw his black sword shake violently, sparks bursting at every scrape of the creature's claws as a sign that there's some magical energy coming from the clash.
If even Myles, who was the strongest among them, struggled like this, then the enemy before them was beyond anything they had fought so far. Nadine and Victor even thought that maybe this monster was even on par with the monster in the apartment.
Fear rippled through the survivors. Daniel's knuckles whitened on his makeshift pipe and Clara's lips trembled as she muttered something, barely able to form words.
Their fear wasn't just for themselves—it was the realization that if Myles now died, none of them would stand a chance.
Nadine's spear shaft creaked under the pressure of her grip.
"I'll help him." she said suddenly. Her voice was sharp, cutting through their frozen state.
