บท 120: The Drakebane's Fate (End)

Draven ran frantically through the empty streets, his heart racing in his chest. Behind him, the relentless hordes of Ratlings scurried after him, hurling makeshift spears in his direction.

The projectiles whizzed past, grazing his skin and leaving trails of blood in their wake.

Around him was a nightmarish scene of chaos and despair. He witnessed the grisly sight of people engaged in brutal combat, their cries for help drowned out by the creature's howls.

The air reeked of blood and fear, suffocating his senses. Amidst the chaos, a group of valiant guards formed a shield wall across a narrow road.

The guards barred the path behind the fleeing citizens. Draven, panting and exhausted, halted to catch his breath, his eyes scanning the surroundings for a place to hide.

However, his relief turned to dread as he witnessed a nightmarish sight unfolding before him. Figures, twisted and grotesque, leaped from the rooftops with an unnatural agility.