Chapter 155: Predators in the Ruins
The air was thick with the scent of blood and ozone, the remnants of lightning still crackling through the ruins.
Nero’s chest heaved, his body screaming in pain as he pressed his back against a shattered wall, his blue frost eyes scanning the battlefield.
The beasts of the Shatterveil were monstrous.
The ones attacking moved on all fours, their limbs twisted and elongated, their bodies covered in ragged fur that dripped with acidic saliva.
Their eyes gleamed a sickly yellow, pupils slitted like a snake’s.
The air around them shimmered with unstable magic, warping as they moved, flickering in and out of existence like phantoms.
The Black Talons fought desperately, their wands flashing as they hurled curses and spells at the beasts.
Fire roared, air distorted, and the ground shattered under the force of their magic.
They shouted commands, trying to form a defensive line, but the creatures were relentless.
A Talon screamed as claws ripped through his chest, his body crumpling to the ground before he could even raise a shield.
Another fired a chain of curses, only to be pounced on from behind, his dying scream cut off by jagged teeth.