Chapter 68: The Price of Victory
The battle for Sector 28 turned from a tense standoff into a one-sided, brutally efficient slaughter.
Alyssa’s army, caught in a perfect pincer movement, their greatest asset – the high ground and their silver arrows, neutralized, shattered like one of their own crystal golems.
Chloe’s Shadow Strikers were a whirlwind of silent, brutal efficiency on the catwalks.
Her Goblin Snipers loosed volleys of black-feathered death, their arrows finding throats and eyes with chilling precision.
They eliminated the remaining silver-arrow archers before they could even notch a new volley.
Down below, my main force, led by a furious Isabelle, crashed back into their ground troops like a tidal wave of pent-up violence.
BOOM! CRACK! BOOM!
The cavern became a percussive symphony of sonic booms and shockwaves.
Reina’s fists were meteors, striking with such force that the Crystal Golems she hit didn’t just break, they exploded into glittering dust.
Fenris’s claws were lightning, tearing through enchanted armor as if it were parchment.
And Isabelle’s dark blade, Dáinsleif, was a whisper of death that cut through armor and flesh with contemptuous ease.