The battle was catastrophic.
It stretched across the wall for nearly 100 kilometers, a continuous strip of chaos where death never paused. Different sections of the battlement became their own war zones, Acolytes and clan heirs locked in brutal clashes against waves of monsters. Steel rang, essence detonated, bodies fell.
Unlike the others, Adam wasn't grouped with anyone.
He couldn't be.
He was the wild card.
A sabre wolf lunged at him, it's jaws wide, but before it reached him, Adam's scythe flashed. The blade took its head clean off. Without slowing, he impaled the falling corpse and swung it sideways, smashing it into a wood tiger trying to sneak up behind him.
The tiger's head followed a heartbeat later.
Adam shifted his footing…
Then it hit.
"KRRRREEEEEE—!!"
A sonic scream slammed into him.
Adam clutched his ears as pain rippled through his skull. And it wasn't just one direction.
"KRRRREEEEEE—!!"
"KRRRREEEEEE—!!"
"KRRRREEEEEE—!!"
