Andrei’s POV
We were losing.
My warriors were being driven back, step by step, back toward the entrance through which we had only just come. Blood slicked the marble floors. Men screamed. Bodies fell.
And all the while, those f*****g things never tired. They didn’t hesitate—hell, they didn’t even seem to feel pain. They just kept coming and coming, their ruby weapons cutting through our forces like we were made of butter and not flesh and bone.
Some of those strange, pale warriors did fall, though; they weren’t invincible. But when they did, they went down without a cry, just limp across the floor. I felt my stomach drop when I delivered a killing blow to one, and, in the last moment of life in my victim’s eyes, I saw… nothing. No light fading away. No fear. No pain.
Just emptiness. L
