What followed was a massacre.
The Realm of Darkness swallowed the Silent Fang compound completely — 40 meters of absolute blackness that eliminated sight for everyone trapped within. The fighters stumbled blindly, weapons raised, voices calling out to comrades who couldn't respond.
Kael moved through the void like a predator in deep water.
His Spirit Eyes mapped every warm body, every racing heartbeat, every panicked breath. The darkness didn't hinder him — it was his element, his domain, his hunting ground.
Slash.
The first fighter died without seeing his killer. Kael's blade opened his throat from behind, and the man crumpled with a wet gurgle.
Slash. Slash.
Two more fell. One tried to run and made it three steps before a blade punctured his spine. The other swung wildly at shadows and caught steel in his chest instead.
"S-stay together!" someone screamed. "Form a circle! Back to back!"
