In the prestigious Lancaster Estate, all hell had broken loose.
Guards battled fiercely against the monstrous invaders that had breached their outer defenses.
The fighting was focused on the Outer Circle, with the creatures desperately trying — and failing — to push into the Middle Circle.
Among the defenders, Sophia Lancaster was a whirlwind of motion and destruction.
Her sword flashed through the chaos, each swing claiming another twisted beast.
She tore her blade free from the throat of a downed creature, only to hear the distant, relentless thunder of explosions — her father, locked in brutal combat with one of the creatures that had the same strength as an overlord.
She clenched her jaw.
There was nothing she could do to aid him; intervening between two Overlords clashing was as good as suicide.
The best she could do was hold the line here — where she was needed.
Suddenly, her communicator crackled to life.
