The horde of beasts ran over the hills separating the forest and the camp. They moved in unison, three-foot-tall beasts that surged forward like a tide. They were like soldiers on the way to war, disciplined and relentless.
In the heart of the charging horde, Victor was enthralled as he ripped the beasts apart one by one as they poured forward. Nessa meanwhile, ran alongside the horde, the chaotic growls of stampeding beasts echoing all around them. The air around the blade of Nessa's blood-soaked sword sizzled with electricity in thin jagged arcs of lightning that coiled along the steel core of her sword.
