They continued onward, leaving the square and its dead behind.
A cry from a nearby building halted their progress ten minutes later.
"Please! Help us!"
An elderly woman leaned from a second-story window, desperation etched across her wrinkled face. Below, monsters circled the building, gradually wearing down barricaded entrances.
"We have to keep moving," Uncle Lin said reluctantly. "We can't save everyone."
Ethan assessed the situation with cold calculation.
Five monsters, all Iron-rank. The building likely contained multiple civilians. A detour would cost minutes they didn't have to spare.
He made his decision.
"Wait here."
Before anyone could protest, he crossed the distance to the besieged building in an instant. Five monsters meant less than second of work.
The first two died before realising he was there, wind blades removing heads with clinical precision.
