The ground shook beneath the weight of death.
A sea of Grimhorns and hollow-eyed undead surged forward, weapons raised, eyes empty. The stench of rot and iron filled the air.
Alex hurled a spinning sphere of wind into the closest corpse. It exploded into pieces—limbs, bones, dust. No scream. Just silence after impact.
He looked up.
Mia and Kevin hovered in the sky on a rough-edged stone platform, drifting fast toward the broken wall. Mia's voice cut through the chaos.
"Retreat! There's too many!"
Alex turned. The horde stretched across the field like a black wave, thousands of beasts sprinting toward them.
He grabbed Kaius by the shoulder and pulled him to his feet.
"Move!"
They launched into the air, riding streams of compressed wind, skimming above the torn earth and broken bodies.
Mia and Kevin touched down near the Ironhold wall. Dust covered them, but they kept moving. Mia turned, her voice low.
"How bad is it?"
Kevin clenched his jaw.
