Ethan hovered high above the battlefield, his eyes sweeping across the chaos below.
The Central Dominion Guard had broken away from the main force and hurled themselves into the heart of the Blood Clan army. The sudden maneuver instantly drew the monsters' attention. The swarm, which had been driving forward toward the main crowd, stopped as if they'd caught the scent of prey. With a howl of hunger, they turned and surged toward the Guard.
For a heartbeat Ethan's anxiety eased—the Guard had successfully diverted the enemy away from the civilians. But almost at once, his relief curdled into fresh worry. Facing the endless tide of the Blood Clan head-on was nothing short of suicide, unless they had a plan. Ethan kept his hands raised, prepared to intervene the moment disaster struck.
