Rowan leaned against the cracked wall, watching his sister Vanya and her squad tear into a monster at the peak of the Predator Stage. Their clash shook the entire chamber, loose stones raining down as the decayed walls threatened to collapse.
He fought the urge to grimace.
The monster was humanoid, its body matted with ash-colored fur. Darts and welts covered its dried skin, and snot dripped from its nose in long, slimy strands. Its hands were twisted into claws, and its face was so grotesque it looked like it had been sculpted for nightmares.
'Why are the monsters in this place so damn ugly?' Rowan muttered to himself.
It had been an hour since everyone was thrown into the city. The great houses immediately staked out territories, claiming them as their "home grounds," leaving only a small, pathetic section for the other nobles.
