When the mass of soulless thralls appeared, the Flamekin all frowned.
Thralls didn't give off a readable aura. You couldn't judge their strength from presence alone.
But even so… the threat was unmistakable.
The kind that made your skin crawl.
Ethan pointed at the Flamekin, his voice turning ice-cold.
"Kill them."
The instant the order fell, Dopey, Aeralon, and Aerisara surged forward first, crashing into the Flamekin line like three living siege weapons.
Chris and the others immediately barked commands of their own, sending their thralls in as well.
In the blink of an eye, all forty-eight thralls moved together—heavy, brutal attacks slamming into the Flamekin formation from multiple angles.
The Flamekin powerhouses' expressions changed on the spot.
"Stage S soulless thralls…!"
"Move—kill them!" the wounded Flamekin shouted, voice hoarse with panic and rage.
The Flamekin weren't weak. They'd seized and held a human city—of course they had teeth.
