The night sky bled crimson as the first shriek pierced the silence. It wasn't human. It wasn't animal. It was the sound of the unnatural—something feral and monstrous, crawling out from the depths of shadow and rot.
The city had no warning.
Within minutes, the streets were chaos. Buildings erupted into flames as creatures born of darkness slithered, crawled, and bounded from alleyways and underground tunnels. Shadowspawns—twisted horrors bred by Nora's magic—moved with disturbing grace. Their elongated limbs sliced through nightcrawlers like paper, and their fanged maws shredded humans with a single bite.
Blood flowed in the gutters like a river.
Screams echoed as the military engaged, bullets flying and orders shouted through radios, but it was useless. Nothing made of flesh and steel could withstand creatures built from nightmares.
