In the narrow streets of the small village, chaos rippled like a living thing. Knights clashed steel against shadow, and their companion spirits—beasts and creatures of eerie, unnatural form—prowled the alleyways, their monstrous shapes casting twisted shadows in the flickering torchlight.
Fray moved like a tank through the mayhem, precise and cold. His hatchet sliced cleanly through a knight's chest, splitting armor and bone. Blood arced into the air, painting the crumbling walls crimson. Before the body hit the ground, a massive three-headed hound lunged at him with a deafening snarl.
Fray backstepped, just narrowly avoiding the snapping jaws. The street behind him erupted with noise—five more knights closing in, their blades slashing forward in synchronized fury.
