The chaos in the outer section raged on, the air thick with smoke and the scent of burning flesh. Soldiers fired their weapons blindly, desperate to push back the tide of mutant beasts. Screams echoed as the creatures tore through metal, flesh, and bone alike.
Then, the gates to the inner section slid open with a low, mechanical hiss.
A lone figure stepped out.
One Sword.
The moment he appeared, the battle froze.
Both beast and man turned to face him as if an invisible force drew their attention. Even the dying creatures, their bodies mangled and broken, glanced in his direction fiok with a look of horror.
He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
One Sword raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
A silent pressure descended.
Buzz!