The tide of monsters appeared impenetrable and unstoppable in the Thilku's eyes, but Khan saw something very different.
The monsters' chaotic, instinctive, and violent behavior had no pattern. They were only caught in a mad charge fueled by their hunger. Yet, their actions left marks on the symphony, changing it and allowing Khan to predict their next move.
From the Thilku's perspective, Khan's advance was crazy, but something in his pace eased their worries. Each of Khan's steps seemed to lack any form of emotion, but confidence still reeked out of them.
Khan kept his eyes on the incoming tide but didn't look at anything specific. Hungry growls and roars reached his ears but never entered his brain. His mind was empty as he casually advanced toward creatures that could rip him apart.
The wolves got so close that Khan could smell their disgusting breath. They were only a few meters from him, and those directly ahead stomped the ground to leap at him.
