Chapter 67: The Flank and the Feint
We fell back to Sector 28, and it was a masterpiece of tactical ugliness.
The entire sector was a grim, industrial-looking cavern filled with rusting, behemoth-sized pipes and a dizzying network of metal catwalks.
The air tasted of rust and ozone.
It was a claustrophobic, confusing, multi-leveled hellscape.
It was the perfect kill box.
Alyssa’s army, smelling blood in the water and high on the thrill of having wounded one of my commanders, pursued us with a relentless, arrogant speed.
Her silver-arrow-wielding Dark Elf archers, the bane of my vampiric existence, took up positions on the high catwalks, their crystalline bows glowing with triumphant, holy light.
They began to rain down their vampire-slaying death from above, turning the cavern floor into a deathtrap.
My forces were pinned down, taking cover behind rusted machinery and crumbling concrete pillars.
"This is untenable, my Lord!" Reina yelled, her voice tight with effort.
She had just punched a Crystal Golem so hard that it had shattered into a thousand glittering shards.