Chapter 37: The Fall Of Misorn City

Her fist—hardened with enchanted ore—smashes into his skull. The man's head caves in from the sheer force, his body crumpling lifelessly.

More soldiers charge at them.

Nyssara tears up a section of the stone wall and hurls it at the incoming group. The massive chunk crashes down, crushing three men instantly.

Thurn spins, his silk shooting out and snaring an officer. The man struggles, but Thurn yanks him in and bites deep into his neck. The poison melts through his flesh in seconds.

On the ground level, Veltha slithers through the battlefield, her massive serpentine body coiling around the city's defenses.

A squad of knights rushes her, shields raised.

Veltha grins.

"How brave."

She lunges, her tail whipping out—

CRACK.

Three knights go flying from the impact, their armor denting inward from the sheer force. One of them doesn't move.

A fourth knight manages to stab her with a spear.