As the blackguards and Volkov's remaining troops fled in panic, Erik and his forces seized the opportunity to press their advantage.
For the first time since the beginning of this war, rebellion, or whatever it was, the rebels had the upper hand.
Erik and June soared over the city streets. From his vantage point, Erik directed the chase, his voice booming across the sky.
"Don't let them regroup! Push them out of the city!"
The Chimaeric Demons bounded through the streets, cutting off escape routes and herding the fleeing soldiers towards the city gates.
Their presence alone was enough to send many of Volkov's troops running in blind panic, and Erik's theatrical stunt only added to their fear.
Though that wasn't the only thing they were doing. The clones were killing the enemy soldiers the best they could.
