The main square began to quiet down.
The panic-stricken flow of humanity had thinned. Most civilians had been successfully ushered into evacuation routes heading toward emergency bunkers by the guards.
Now, only chaos remained in the square. Debris from wooden stalls lay scattered across the cobblestones. Torn, dirty festival banners were trampled into the ground, which was slick with spilled drinks and blood.
Only the adventurers, a few merchants desperate to guard their goods, and the City Guard remained. They formed a circular defensive line, fighting against the small shadow creatures that continued to emerge from the remnants of the portal.
Near the ruins of the stage, Fyar raised his pistol.
"Neutralize," he murmured.
BLAM.
A crystal bullet pierced the head of a shadow monster leaping toward him. The creature's head shattered instantly. Its body immediately evaporated into black smoke smelling of sulfur.
