The city of the Ghosts was ablaze with war.
While Alice and her elite squad carved through the east, Dominic and Commander Lillian were already on the move, leading a mass of Ghost soldiers toward the northern sector of the city.
The streets in the north were a mess of wreckage and fire. Homes had collapsed, merchant carts burned, and blood stained the once peaceful cobblestone roads. Stolks—those monstrous, monkey-like beasts—ran rampant. They swung from broken balconies, leapt off rooftops, and shrieked in savage bloodlust as they laid waste to everything in their path.
Dominic moved cautiously through the debris, his blades drawn, his eyes scanning every movement. Lillian, on the other hand, marched like a goddess of war—tall, striking, and dripping in blood-red armor laced with shadow sigils.
"Push forward! Drive them into the square!" Lillian shouted.
