Chapter 11: Bloodshed in Castrum
Battle Rages
The darkness descended, and Castrum trembled. Animus, fueled by rage and betrayal, unleashed her Carnifex horde upon the city. The police task force, once determined to protect their citizens, now found themselves outnumbered.
Thompson, Patel, and Troy fought bravely, but Animus sought to make an example of them. She targeted Thompson, her blade slicing through the shadows.
"You dare challenge me?" Animus snarled, her voice dripping with malevolence.
Thompson crumpled to the ground, his life slipping away. Patel's anguished cry echoed through the chaos.
"Noooo! Thompson, no!"
Erebus, Animus' loyal advisor, fought valiantly alongside his leader. But Azazela's cunning traps awaited them, hidden pitfalls that swallowed Carnifex minions whole. Animus' fury intensified with each fallen warrior.
"Where is Azazela?" she roared, her voice shaking the city's foundations.
Meanwhile, Azazela watched from the shadows, a calculating glint in her eye. Animus' wrath would soon burn out, and then she would strike.
As the battle raged on, Castrum burned. Buildings crumbled, flames engulfing the night. The screams of the innocent filled the air.
Animus' minions began to fall, their numbers dwindling. Erebus stumbled, gravely injured. Animus knew it was time to retreat.
"Hide," she ordered, her voice laced with pain. "Regroup. We will return."
Johanna witnessed the carnage, her heart heavy with determination. She knew what she had to do.
"Time to face Animus," she whispered to Troy.
Troy's concern deepened, but Johanna vanished into the night, leaving him behind.