CHAPTER 979
The monsters tore into the instructors, their claws ripping through flesh as they dragged the broken bodies into the crimson fog. More beasts emerged from the mist—muscles like steel cables, tendons stretched taut as bowstrings, eyes burning with bloodlust.
Annette pressed her back against the main entrance, beneath the stone archway that led to the inner compound. The instructors stood closer to the outer walls, closer to death.
Still, they fought. One instructor lunged forward, lightning crackling between his fingers. The bolt struck true, felling the monster that leaped at him. But two more pounced with terrible speed, their claws working in perfect sync to tear his arms from his shoulders before he could blink.
The fallen monster rose again, jaws snapping shut around the instructor's head in one fluid motion. It dragged him backward into the red mist, leaving only a crimson trail.
Two fresh beasts burst from the fog, racing toward their next prey.
