Black coats and pale skin pressed forward as one. The Origin Clan no longer fought in rotating waves. Every member committed at the same moment, centuries of shared battle crystallizing into a single, deliberate killing formation.
Lucian expanded his domain until the entire ruined plaza became absolute night. Shadows thickened into solid walls that cut off retreat and funneled both Reavers toward the center. Anita flooded the blood already soaking the stone, turning it into a rising tide that dragged at Korrath's legs and forced Selene to burn extra power just to stay mobile. Alessia merged completely with Lucian's night so that every shadow strike carried two wills. Mikael, Fenra, and Vel formed the heavy spearhead, raw force and lightning clearing a path. The rest filled every gap—curses, chains, bone spikes, miniature rifts, perfect human timing—until there was no safe angle left.
Heron took the point.
