Carrisa's breaths were shallow and labored, her normally pristine form marred by scratches and dried blood. Her violet eyes glimmered with a frigid intensity as they remained locked onto Zagarath, the leader of the Strigoi.
His human guise—a tall, gaunt man with long black hair and a scar running across one eye—belied the monstrous power that radiated from him.
He was injured, his movements slower than before, but his crimson eyes glinted with a maddening resolve.
From the shattered remnants of the skyscraper's upper floor, he gazed at the chaos outside. The swirling energy of the Nexus gate painted the city below in a haunting glow, accompanied by the distant sound of battles raging between Strigoi, Nexus-spawned abominations, and the defenders of the city.
"It seems the Guardian is about to descend," Zagarath remarked, his tone almost amused.
"This city will face a calamity the likes of which it cannot fathom."