Free Web NovelChapter 219: Targets
The woman didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes lingered on Rafe for a few seconds as if weighing his words against her own judgment. Then she turned her attention back toward the battlefield.
Her expression sharpened as she forced herself to focus past the chaos.
At first, it looked like nothing more than scattered movement. Bodies clashing, weapons colliding, fire and blood spreading in every direction. But once she narrowed her gaze and filtered out the noise the pattern revealed itself clearly.
She saw him.
Myles moved through the battlefield with terrifying clarity. His presence cut cleanly through Red’s forces with his two blades rising and falling in a continuous motion that never slowed. Every step he took left dead bodies behind and his attack ended in death before resistance could even form.
Her eyes narrowed further. Then she shifted her gaze to the other side of the battlefield.
It was not just him.
She moved her focus across the battlefield and found the others. Victor with his sweeping cleaver, Daniel and George holding their ground while pushing forward, Kade and Clara moving in coordination, Ethan and Samantha striking from range whenever openings appeared. Each of them carried the same intensity, the same terrifying momentum.
They weren’t just fighting but dismantling the battlefield piece by piece on their own.
Recognition settled firmly in her mind.
"They’re the group just like in the intel Rafe gave," she muttered quietly, her voice barely audible under the surrounding noise.
Her expression hardened. Rafe was right. If this continued, their forces would collapse before the center battle even reached its conclusion.
She didn’t waste another second.
"I’ll gather the others," she said firmly, her tone turned into command as she made her decision. "We deal with them now."
Without waiting for a response, she moved. Her body cut through the battlefield with speed and precision as she disengaged from her current opponents and changed direction entirely to heading toward another key position.
Behind her, Rafe remained still for a moment. Then a faint smile returned to his face. This was the outcome he wanted. The balance that had begun to tilt now would be corrected.
He watched her disappear into the chaos. His eyes glinted with satisfaction before he slowly moved his position again, staying within the shadows as he continued to observe the next phase unfold.
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The woman moved quickly across the battlefield through the ongoing clashes until she reached a figure standing at the center of a small clearing carved by sheer force.
Peter.
Red’s right hand stood firm amidst the chaos. His weapon moved with controlled brutality as he cut down anyone who approached him. His presence alone kept a section of the battlefield stable, holding the line.
She stepped into his range without hesitation.
Peter noticed her immediately. His weapon halted before he turned slightly toward her when he recognized her presence without lowering his guard completely.
"We need to act, Peter," she said without delay, her tone direct and urgent. "Myles and his group are breaking our formation. If we let them continue we lose this battle before Red finishes his fight."
Peter’s gaze shifted briefly past her to scan the battlefield in the direction she indicated.
It didn’t take long for him to see the gaps, their falling numbers, and the pressure building against their side. freewebnσvel.cѳm
His expression darkened.
"I see it," he said, his voice low.
For a moment he remained silent as he assessed the situation. Then he nodded.
"Call the others. We end this quickly," he ordered.
The woman didn’t hesitate. She gave a short nod in return before turning away again, her body already moving as she carried out the command.
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Time passed quickly amidst the chaos of battle.
One by one, the remaining elites responded. They broke away from their respective positions and abandoned smaller engagements as they moved toward a single point.
Eventually, they all gathered. Nine figures stood together now.
The space around them grew tense as the air seemed to tighten under their combined presence. Each of them bore signs of battle, but none of them had serious injuries.
All of them gathered except one. The cause of the absence was clear. One of the ten elites had already been killed by Myles.
The realization lingered silently among them. Their eyes turned in the same direction toward the man who had caused it.
Peter’s gaze remained fixed on the distant figure of Myles for a brief moment longer before he finally spoke.
His voice carried a cold finality that cut through the tension surrounding them as he made his decision clear. They needed to eliminate that group immediately before the situation slipped any further beyond their control.
Behind them, the battlefield continued to rage without pause. The distant clash between Michael and Red erupted again in another violent explosion, sending a surge of fire rising high into the air while crimson mist churned violently against it.
The sound rolled across the battlefield like thunder that mixed with the constant noise of steel, screams, and collapsing structures.
But none of the elites turned to look.
Their focus remained locked forward.
One by one, the other eight shifted their attention toward the same targets. Their eyes settled on Myles and the group moving through their forces with relentless efficiency.
The hate and hostility in their gazes sharpened instantly and hardened into a far more focused feeling than simple anger. It became intent. Killing intent that aligned between them without the need for words.
They understood the threat and acknowledged it. And they agreed.
Peter didn’t wait any longer.
"Move!" Peter said.
The moment his foot stepped forward, the others followed without hesitation. Their formation broke from stillness and surged into motion as a single unit, their combined presence cutting through the battlefield.
They didn’t head straight for Myles. Instead, they angled their path toward another point in the chaos toward George.
The man stood surrounded by enemies with his massive hammer swinging in heavy arcs that crushed through bodies. His movement carried brutal force as he carved space around himself. He was holding his ground while pushing forward against the pressure.
The elites closed in fast.
Their approach remained deliberate and coordinated while using the chaos around them as cover while narrowing the distance step by step.
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