Chapter 548: The Last Stand
A Day Before
The wind howled across the cliff like a warning that had come too late.
It carried the scent of blood.
And death.
Nathan wiped the back of his hand across his face, smearing the blood that had already begun to dry against his skin. It wasn't all his. Most of it wasn't.
That didn't make it any better.
His chest rose and fell heavily, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword as another body dropped not too far from him. The sound of steel clashing against steel rang sharply through the air, echoing against the jagged rock of the cliffside.
The battle hadn't slowed.
If anything, it had only gotten worse.
Benny stepped beside him, his own breathing rough, his clothes stained with blood and dirt. He didn't look at Nathan immediately, his eyes scanning the chaos around them, calculating, measuring.
"You should have gone down," Benny said, his voice low but firm.
Nathan let out a dry chuckle, the sound rough in his throat.
