Adam's arms trembled.
It had been over half an hour since the battle began, and still, the monsters kept coming. Their numbers weren't thinning—they were growing.
Right in front of his eyes, he had watched his comrades fall. One by one, his soldiers—men he had trained with, laughed with, bled with—were struck down and silenced forever.
The town that had once buzzed with life, made prosperous by a newly built trade route, now lay in ruins—a graveyard soaked in blood and smoke.
And yet, the town wasn't empty.
The only human left standing was Adam, but the population had not decreased. It had simply changed.
They surrounded him.
Beings that didn't belong in this world—skin glowing red like molten metal, claws long and jagged, eyes wild with hunger. Their teeth bared, twitching with the urge to tear into flesh. Their very presence oozed one thing: a craving for human blood.
