The degenerated macaques came down on them like a torrent of claws and yellowed fangs. Dylan deflected a swipe that would have ripped his face open, but a searing pain tore through his shoulder—another monkey had sunk its teeth deep into him. On impact, his white stigma lit up like an ember beneath his tunic, and the torn flesh sealed itself shut in seconds, leaving only a bloody trace.
"Go for the eyes!" Elisa repeated, her spear slicing deadly arcs through the air. But there were too many of them. When one deformed macaque lunged for her throat, her golden pupils dilated abruptly. Her green stigma pulsed along her neck—and the beast was flung back before it could even touch her, its skull shattered against a rock. An emerald glow hovered around her trembling hands.
