All around him, the same pattern repeated.
Guards pushed citizens out of the way. Ability users abandoned their squads. Anyone slower, weaker, or injured was tossed aside. The so-called "East River Brotherhood" crumbled like ash in a storm.
One man with a lightning-type ability blasted a path forward through the crowd, but he turned to dust under the talons of a flying vulture-beast a second later. A young couple tried to escape with their child, but Lang Yao saw a scaled lizard leap from a rooftop and crush them all with one swing of its tail.
He didn't flinch.
He kept running.
People screamed, begged, called his name—but he didn't stop. If someone blocked his path, he shoved them toward the monsters. If a gate was closing, he kicked others aside to get through.
Behind him, the beasts howled.
And they chased him.
Not just the base. they were chasing him like he was some kind of meat.
