Chapter 87: Harpy is dead!
Each exchange drew more blood and weakened them further.
The shockwaves from their clashes had created a dead zone around them. Buildings collapsed from repeated impacts, their foundations unable to withstand the constant pressure of silver-rank combat.
Soldiers and monsters alike fled the expanding circle of destruction. Those too slow to escape died—crushed by falling debris or caught in the peripheral effects of attacks meant for each other.
A bronze-rank wolf beast made the mistake of entering their combat zone. The monkey’s staff, deflecting one of Ezekiel’s strikes, redirected the axe’s energy into the creature’s spine. It died instantly, vertebrae pulverised by force meant for a peak-silver opponent.
Three soldiers attempting to flank the behemoth met similar fates when the City Lord’s next attack missed its target. Silver energy carved through their formation, leaving only scattered remains.
Collateral damage, Ezekiel thought grimly. Unavoidable.
The monkey pressed another attack, staff targeting the gap in his damaged armor. Steel rang against powerful wood with sufficient force to shatter windows three blocks away.
"Your people die because of your selfishness," it taunted. "All for personal advancement."
Truth wrapped in mockery.
Ezekiel’s counterattack split the air with visible distortion, the axe missing the monkey’s head by millimetres. The stone cracked where the weapon struck instead.
"They die because they are weak," he snarled back.