The battlefield fell eerily quiet as the severed head of the werefox king rolled to a stop, leaving only the chilling presence of the three remaining werebeast kings. Their brutal act had just been demonstrated, and now their attention turned toward the city.
Far in the distance, atop the city's defensive walls, the soldiers and students surveyed the aftermath of Adrian's daring assault, and though the tide had momentarily turned in their favor, it was clear the battle was far from over.
Commander Serin, standing at the highest point of the walls, observed the remaining forces with a calculating gaze. Roughly three thousand werebeasts still swarmed at the base of the city, including seventy mutants—ferocious, twisted versions of the werebeasts with far more strength. They were probably equal to that of a 5 Stellar Tier Awakeners. Magus ones.
And then there were the kings.
