The Horde of Maw beasts passed with surprising speed. Despite their numbers, the majority didn't stop to attack. Instead, they surged forward, avoiding the clustered soldiers entirely. It was as if they had a greater purpose—one that didn't involve wasting time with unnecessary slaughter.
Izikel stood near the heart of the defensive circle, eyes darting to keep up with the blur of movement around him. The smaller Maw beasts zipped past like streaks of black lightning, their limbs a blur, their jagged maws snapping at the wind. At that size, their speed was monstrous, bordering on unnatural.
But it didn't end there.
A portion of the beasts strayed from the main swarm, breaking formation and turning toward the defending force.
This was the real danger.
But the line held.
