Alexa

In my physical form as Mythril, I swung my arm in a single, swift motion toward the man. My target was hurled across the room, crashing onto the coffee table with a loud, bone-jarring thud. As he went down, his friend lunged at me from behind, trying to sink his fangs into my neck.

But I was faster—my hand shot out, seizing his tricep. With a sharp twist and a powerful spin, I slammed him into the display cabinet. Glass shattered on impact, and he collapsed in a heap, unconscious.

“Go. Rescue everyone you can and lead them to Mrs. Geeny’s house. Prioritize the women and children.” My voice...