"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Riven's curses echoed off the crumbling walls as his boots hit the ground at full speed. His lungs burned like fire, black blood stained his sleeves, and his neat ash-blonde hair was a sweaty mess.
He was running for his life... and he was not alone.
Behind him, a roaring mass of red eyes, snapping jaws, and heavy claws tore through the narrow alley.
Dozens of beasts, Grade 3 Ice Wolves and shadowy Grade 4 Lurkers, surged forward, their heavy steps shaking the ground. There were too many to count, a solid wave of black fur, sharp ice fangs, and twitching limbs cramming against the narrow walls, knocking down anything in their way just to get to him.
"Faster, Ashford! They're catching up to your little legs!" a voice yelled from above.
Riven glanced up, his steel-red eyes narrowing in anger. Alice was jumping across the rooftops above him, resting her massive longsword over her shoulder with a wild, mocking grin on her face.
