As the visitors cowered behind whatever cover they could find, a few among them displayed unexpected bravery, stepping forward to confront the Abyssals. Despite the inevitable casualties, the defenders seemed to be holding their ground. If the Arcane Academy students and royal guards could keep up the pressure, they might suppress the attack before reinforcements arrived.
But something felt off.
A nagging unease clawed at my thoughts. Something was missing.
Then it hit me.
Where the fuck are the terrorists?
Everyone was too focused on the Abyssals. No one was questioning how these monsters had appeared in the first place.
"Akira, handle things here. I'm going inside," I said, impaling a monster through the skull with my spear.
Akira skated toward me on a trail of ice, her expression skeptical. "Why? The fight's out here. What are you gonna do inside? Don't tell me you're tired already."