"Ukkk!" The beast staggered, letting out a raw, guttural shriek as its immense rage finally twisted into blinding, debilitating pain.
Kael's eyes flicked to the last member of the strike team. "Now, Selene!"
From the corner of the battlefield, the omnipresent shadows surged and coalesced. Selene Whitmore didn't run or leap; she simply emerged as if she had been born from the darkness itself. Her movement was a terrifying blur of focused speed, a true apex predator weaving through the gloom. In an instant, she materialized directly behind the kneeling, crippled ogre.
She drove the blades into the exact same deep wound that both Kael and Octavia had opened. Flesh tore like wet paper, and thick, black blood sprayed violently across the damp stone floor.
The team moved in seamless sync, every strike, every motion, every placement layered on top of the last with flawless efficiency.
