The stampede hit the east side of the city like a wave hitting a seawall.
Joon felt it before he saw it. A deep shaking in the ground that came up through his shoes and into his teeth, so heavy it rattled the windows in every building on the street. Then the roar came, rolling in from the ruins, so loud that for a second it drowned out everything else.
Then they came pouring around the corner.
He was standing on the roof of a half-collapsed bank at the edge of the forest, where the city's broken streets ran into the first of Mirim's trees. Sujin was beside him. Hyunwoo was crouched at the lip of the roof with Pungbaek's fan in his hand. And all around them, on every rooftop and every street corner along this stretch of the east side, were their people. Dozens of them. Fighters from the school, captains' units, people from the city with skills that could hurt something. Everyone who'd answered Jin's message that morning and come to stand here.
