The transition from what I thought would be an easy city-clearing mission into a twelve-hour, soul-draining chase was a bitter pill to swallow.
Those hybrid bastards didn't just roll over once the gates were closed; instead, they began running amok across every district, finally shifting their aggression toward the central zone.
It was a tactical pivot that reeked of their master's influence. That Hector bastard wanted to lure me into the dense urban heart of the city, hoping the architecture and the presence of civilians would create enough of a cluster to surround and entrap me.
Luckily, I hadn't survived this long by being naive. I didn't lower my guard for a second. However, the intensity of the monsters' assault on the central district proved one thing: those humans were innocent of the traitorous charges I had been nursing in the back of my mind. If they were collaborators, the monsters wouldn't be trying to tear down their doors with such frenzied hatred.
