Chapter 42: Panic

The silence that followed the death of Hell's second general lasted only a heartbeat.

And then...

Chaos exploded.

A gut-wrenching howl echoed through the night, carried by dozens, hundreds of voices dead with fear and rage.

The Obscurus army had lost its leader.

And in this world of darkness and fury, where only the law of the strongest dictates order... this meant their end.

But before the collapse came, before the panic consumed them... they did what any cornered beast does in its last moments.

They attacked everything that moved.

On the edge of the battle, at the edge of the forest...

A group of elves from the World Tree were panting, their legs heavy with fatigue and their muscles knotted with effort. They had given their all, using their magic and their blades to contain the infernal surge.

But now...

Now the Obscurus no longer followed orders.

They were no longer an army.