The forest path narrowed as Astrael walked onward; every step was so exhausting. His lungs burned, his body still in the recovery phase due to the poison despite Baldoc's medicine. Clawdia padded silently beside him, fur bristling, her keen ears twitching at every sound.
Then—he froze.
The broken trees, as if not two, not 10, but thousands of beasts rampaged through it and beyond it. Greenhollow City was no longer the serene little city he had first seen. It was a slaughter.
Smoke is covering the whole city. Flames flickered at the outer walls, torches and monster fire both, casting the night in a hellish glow. Blood stained the walls with both humans and the beast. Streets where beasts had already broken through. The air was filled with screams, weapons ringing against beats. Adventurers and city guards stood shoulder to shoulder, blades clashing, and arrows raining from above. Yet the beasts came unending.
Astrael's chest tightened. "So many…"
