The asphalt of the Blue York intersection cracked under the pressure of the emerging beasts. A glowing dungeon gate hovered directly above the broken traffic lights, spilling monsters onto the concrete. Municipal officers had already locked down the entire perimeter.
They established steel barricades across the avenues and evacuated the surrounding commercial blocks. The crisis sat firmly at a D-rank classification, which was a perfectly manageable situation for the responding academy team.
F-rank horned rabbits and D-rank gray wolves poured into the financial district. A small camera drone buzzed overhead to broadcast the live combat feed directly to the academy network.
Kira stepped forward and drove her steel halberd into the chest of a leaping wolf. Her long, dark blue hair whipped around her shoulders as she pivoted on her boots. She swept the bladed polearm in a wide arc, creating a physical barrier of moving metal to keep the advancing pack at bay.
