Amara moved like a wraith through the chaos, her lithe form barely visible as she weaved between the Leviathans. Clad in dark armor that melded seamlessly with the shadows, she wielded twin daggers that gleamed with a cold, deadly light. With each swift motion, she dispatched the insectoid hybrids, her blades finding the chinks in their chitinous armor.
Nearby, Clasius' flaming sword emitted a fierce glow, the blade's edges wreathed in demonic fire. With a grunt of exertion, he swung the sword downward, and as it struck the ground, a shockwave of supercompressed air burst forth. The force blasted the surrounding Leviathans backward, their exoskeletons cracking under the immense pressure.
Mirena and Frank held their ground at the center of the city's plaza. The tornadoes tore through the Leviathan ranks, shredding limbs and scattering the creatures like leaves in a storm while spheres of fire and magma scorched them.
