"Kill. You. Die."
The voice wasn't loud yet everyone heard it. Amidst the screeches, cries, and shouts these words induced a cold shiver in every human present, regardless of age or rank.
Hex withstood the pain and budding weakness. The words echoed inside his head. Unlike many who seemed disoriented by the voice, Hex turned immediately toward the gate.
At some point, the hood covering the Calamity's face dropped to its shoulders, revealing a humanoid face. It didn't have a wide jaw or emotionless eyes. Its limbs weren't wildly disproportionate nor was its posture off-putting. If the creature didn't have dark leathery skin and protruding fangs, Hex would not be able to differentiate it from other humans.
