The high-pitched wail pierced the chaos, an alien sound that momentarily silenced the battlefield.
Monsters faltered mid-lunge, their movements jerking awkwardly as if the sound disrupted whatever force drove them.
Threadweavers froze, the piercing tone cutting through their concentration like a blade.
Even the air seemed to vibrate with tension, carrying the wail's unnerving resonance across the battlefield.
The ground beneath Zoe's boots trembled faintly, as if anticipating the storm's arrival with the wail.
Flashes of red and blue light cut through the thick dusk as engines roared into the fray.
The convoy arrived in a calculated storm—military vehicles escorted by local police, their sirens screaming defiance against the overgrowth of monsters.
Troops disembarked in swift, practiced movements, their boots crunching against the debris-strewn ground as they fanned out to establish a perimeter.
