The wall loomed ahead, soldiers rushing to defensive positions as Ethan approached.
He moved with purpose, silver aura dampened to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. No need to announce his presence before assessing the situation.
Atop the battlements, the two generals from the Panther encounter stood in grim consultation, their silver energies flickering like beacons against the darkening sky. They turned at Ethan's approach, surprise briefly crossing their features before settling into guarded acknowledgment.
"Brandon." The Mid-Silver general nodded once.
Ethan joined them at the wall's edge, enhanced vision scanning the gathering horde beyond the city's boundaries. What he saw confirmed his suspicions.
Hundreds—no, thousands—of monsters congregated in the growing darkness. Not random beasts, but organized formations. Bronze-ranks comprised the front lines, with stronger specimens positioned strategically behind.
They're done with the survivors in the Third District.
