Ein rushes past the Ajalu, and the grenade explodes behind her. The impact blasts open shreds of skin to expose grey and white organs, and the white beast snarls as it twirls its weapon in the air while aiming once more at Ein’s head.
I fire two more rounds into the left eye of the monster, but it doesn’t react. Tyrick follows up by extending what’s left of his spear into what looks like its liver, but the Ajalu pushes its palm against the end of the weapon and knocks it from Tyrick’s grasp.
“We can’t win!” he screams and sprints past the Ajalu.
“Stop giving up, you coward!” Syra shouts after him while readying her blade for another strike.
As Syra steps forward, something creeps up behind her.
A face with skin like ink and hair like midnight appears at Syra’s side with glowing white
