A week had passed since the wives and subordinates of Ethan had made their move. They had secured half of Veryan City with minimal casualties, but the tension in the air remained thick.
Trevor, Emily, Sixtie, Jerry, and Reginald had faced their own battles, subduing the monstrous blood beasts that had threatened to tip the scales. The Harpy had been a nightmare given flesh, a creature of raw destruction that had pushed them to their limits. And yet, they had prevailed.
Jerry's fight had been different. His enemy had not just been a beast, but a force of oblivion—a creature that existed beyond the normal rules of the world. And yet, it now knelt beside him, a weapon in his arsenal.
The Blades had made no moves since their defeat.
But no one believed they were gone.
The city was a battlefield waiting for the final clash.
One way or another, this war would be decided soon.
