Turai and Gareth moved swiftly through the confusion, striking down Lehzin soldiers with lethal efficiency. They navigated the chaos, picking off one target after another, their weapons cutting through flesh and armor like paper.
Their plaques began to glow brighter and brighter, reflecting their rapidly accumulating points.
The rising score on Turai's plaque indicated not just individual kills but the magnitude of enemies they faced—Blue Realm warriors and Purple Realm magic users whose lives were snuffed out in seconds.
Hidden among the jagged rocks, they lay in wait for their next opportunity. A group of soldiers came into view, rushing toward the sounds of combat without knowing they were headed straight into an ambush.
With a silent nod, Turai and Gareth launched their attack. Turai moved like a blur, his blade flashing in a lethal arc as it took down the first man in the group, spilling his blood across the stone.
