The lucid specimen charged back into the chaos. His corrupted form disappeared into the mass of bodies and blood.
"Listen up." Marcus addressed the group. "I'll clear a path to the ley line chamber. You plant the explosives Fast there's no time to waste."
"What about you?" Liz asked.
I'll make sure nothing follows you down."
Marcus materialized Dagon and moved before anyone could argue. Malachar followed, his massive blade already carving through the air.
The remaining Ashfang soldiers were scattered throughout the lab with more pouring in from outside, fighting specimens or trying to regroup. Marcus cut through them with cold efficiency.
Dagon struck with surgical precision—throats, armor gaps, exposed flesh.
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Malachar's greatsword swept in wide arcs, clearing space. Within two minutes, the path to the stairs was open.
"GO!" Marcus called back.
