Chapter 108: Silence
Valens bolted through the streets, one hand over his burning chest, feeling his mana pool fast recovering as the ground fissured across their path. Nomad and Celme carved a path open while they followed with Selin from the back. The Berserker did seem she got some new moves, but nothing was more stark than the change that happened to Nomad.
He’d grown to be a monster in human flesh, and the Shifters fell one by one under his sword.
They were getting closer to the Golden Cathedral. Already, Valens could see the golden lights wrapped around the giant structure, sending a sprinkle of motes about it, which seemed to feed into the golden and crimson chaos that took hold of the sky.
Something is coming.
He could hear the pleas and the whispers in the wind like the touch of a warm hand on the nape of his neck. They fluttered gently across Belgrave, humming a symphony that sounded strange to his ears.
‘Father…’
‘Blessed Father…’
A chorus of voices, all mixed into each other. Were these Priests? Were they singing in a time like this?
“We can’t go around them,” Nomad said as he halted with one fist raised in the air, signaling for them to stop now that they left the senseless horde way behind them, and managed to find an opening to breathe.
Nomad stepped over the ruins of a house, peering toward the square in which the Golden Cathedral stood, all alone. “Those fools have surrounded the Cathedral from all around.”
Scowling, Valens moved beside him and gazed at the scene. His eyelids twitched at the sight.
It was an ocean of black and green, of undead squirming in an endless tide as they inched slowly toward the Golden Cathedral. No matter where he looked, he saw groups of them shifting as though in preparation, clasped in their hands various weapons, eyes wreathed in greenish fog.