The tunnel echoed with the clash of steel and the roar of battle. The zealots group simply pounced on them.
Kael and Rhys fought side by side like predators who had trained in the same jungle.
Their movements were sharp and calculated. When Kael ducked under a heavy swing and drove his fist into a zealot's gut, the man folded like a sack of grain. Kael didn't hesitate—he grabbed the zealot's collar and flung him sideways into a beam, the crack of bone ringing louder than his scream.
Beside him, Rhys took down another attacker with brutal grace. Her knee struck the zealot's jaw, knocking his weapon into the air. She snatched it mid-spin and tossed it back to one of her soldiers behind them. "Drive them back! Hold the line!" she barked, voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.
