Davian's sword tore through another mutated shifter.
The creature's body split apart beneath the violet aura coating the blade before crashing lifelessly into the mud. Around him, knights surged forward to take advantage of the opening while Rune's ice continued spreading through the battlefield, freezing entire sections of the street and trapping the beasts beneath jagged layers of frost.
For the first time since arriving, the tide seemed to be turning.
Gargi saw it too.
Standing amidst the distant rooftops, she lowered her gaze toward the battlefield below. Rainwater dripped from the ends of her dark hair while the corners of her lips slowly curved upward.
Then the rain stopped.
Davian frowned instinctively.
The steady drumming that had accompanied the battle for hours suddenly vanished. Above them, the storm clouds were breaking apart, revealing fragments of the bright blue sky hidden behind them.
