The night deepened, the air growing colder with every breath.
The howls were no longer coming from just one direction. They rolled through the city from everywhere at once, bouncing between the hollow shells of buildings.
It felt as if the Lunar Beast's voice was in the walls, in the ground, and in the sky.
And the spawns kept coming. White-furred shapes burst from alleys, scrambled over rooftops, and crawled from the shadows as if the city itself was birthing them.
There was no pause and no end to them.
Clyde's spear flashed, cutting down another, but his eyes narrowed.
"They're too many," he said flatly over the sound of snarls and steel. "If we stay here, they'll swarm us and it can be dangerous."
Mina parried a claw swipe with her dagger and buried the other dagger into the beast's neck then pulled free with a spray of blood.
She gritted her teeth and said. "Then where do we must go?"
"Somewhere we can funnel them. Or hide long enough to make them lose our trail."
