~Heidi's Point Of View~
Chaos doesn't creep in… it detonates.
The scream that never finished is still echoing when the mate girl's body drops, and then all hell is let loose.
One moment there's that grotesque heart in pale claws, still twitching like it hasn't figured out it's homeless, and the next, white-robed figures ambush. Mouths split too wide and hands elongate into spears.
The Moon Blessed don't even process it at first. They're deer caught in headlights, still blinking at the impossible, and by the time their brains catch up, bodies are already dropping.
A boy Heidi doesn't know is torn sideways, ribs cracking like snapped pencils. A girl with braids shrieks, cut off midway as her throat blossoms red. Screams, gasps, the awful wet sound of flesh meeting claws—it's… It's a chorus of horror.
At least eighteen Moon Blessed are down before anyone moves.
