For a moment, the battlefield held its breath–suspended just long enough for a new variable to intervene.
A blur tore through the forest line.
Cohen.
He landed on a tree branch, above the center of carnage, his yellow eyes sweeping the scene in a single calm read.
The circling monsters, the hiding Outliers, and most especially…
The two Outliers at the center–veins pulsing a dark, jagged red, their movements reduced to feral, uncontrolled waste.
Bobby made his way over, landing beside him.
Dax and the rest of the party arrived at the edge a heartbeat later.
"Please, take down the monsters," Cohen said, his voice low but serious. "Leave the restraining of those two to me."
There was no hesitation. They all nodded.
Dax's yellow eyes turned vertical, letting out a roar at the top of his lungs. "Come at me!"
The monsters, between levels 7 and 14, turned to him instantly.
Dax surged into the fray, his vambraces intercepting a lunging boar.
