The black energy around Isaac pulsed with every breath. His eyes had changed, sharper, darker. The air around him shimmered with power.
Two hundred humanoids charged. Their footsteps shook the ground. Screeches filled the plaza.
They came in waves.
"Here they come," Putol muttered.
"Hold the line," Isaac said calmly. "No one gets through."
The first wave hit like a wall.
Three humanoids with spider legs and blade arms rushed Isaac. He ducked, spun, and slashed. His double-bladed sickles moved fast, clean cuts through flesh and bone.
More monsters followed.
A giant crab-limbed brute swung for him. Isaac blocked with both sickles, then drove one blade into the creature's chest. It fell back, twitching.
Aiah stepped in beside him, flames leaking from her fingers.
She hurled a huge fire bomb into the swarm of humanoids. Flames exploded through the air, sending bodies flying and limbs crashing to the ground. The smell of burned flesh hit like a slap.
