90: Monster From the Dark
Alexa
In my physical form as Mythril, I swung my arm in a single, swift motion toward the man. My target was hurled across the room, crashing onto the coffee table with a loud, bone-jarring thud. As he went down, his friend lunged at me from behind, trying to sink his fangs into my neck.
But I was faster—my hand shot out, seizing his tricep. With a sharp twist and a powerful spin, I slammed him into the display cabinet. Glass shattered on impact, and he collapsed in a heap, unconscious.
“Go. Rescue everyone you can and lead them to Mrs. Geeny’s house. Prioritize the women and children.” My voice cut through the chaos with urgency.
No matter the situation, Mrs. Geeny’s home would be the safest place to hide. It tucked within the thick, surrounding forest. The guard nodded without hesitation and bolted from the house with me. Both of us slipping from Darius Scott’s home into the chaos in front of us.
The moment we stepped outside, the air was alive with screams and howls. This misery ble

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