Chapter 6: Fury Unleashed
The cavern reeked of blood and death. Witches and werewolves tore into each other in a frenzy of claws, steel, and death.
The stone walls trembled with the force of battle, screams and snarls echoing through the air. Lilith stood in the center of it all, a silent executioner, her violet-hued blade dripping with fresh kills.
She had already inhaled her potions. Strength coursed through her limbs, speed sharpened her reflexes, and her senses burned with heightened awareness. Every werewolf that lunged at her moved too slow.
A massive beast lunged at her from behind, its fangs aiming for her throat. Without turning, Lilith twisted her sword backward, driving it through its open mouth and out the back of its skull.
Blood sprayed against her cheek as she yanked the blade free, kicking the corpse aside.
To her left, a witch screamed as a werewolf's claws tore into her stomach, intestines spilling onto the ground like a heap of raw meat. Lilith barely spared her a glance before stepping forward.
Another werewolf charged—this one faster, leaner. Its eyes gleamed with intelligence, but it didn't matter.
Lilith ducked under its strike, sliced clean through its ankle, and as it collapsed, she drove her sword through its back, pinning it to the ground. It screeched, clawing at the dirt, but Lilith twisted the blade slowly, relishing the sound of its bones snapping.
Behind her, a brute of a werewolf grabbed a witch by the head and ripped it clean off, the spine dangling grotesquely from the torn flesh. He turned, blood dripping from his maw, and locked eyes with Lilith.
A deep growl rumbled from his chest. "You're next."
Lilith wiped blood off her blade, unimpressed. "Come and die then."