Arc 3: Chapter 27: Bastion
Lisette and Parn approached cautiously, both eyeing the carnage I’d wrought and the surrounding shadows with wary eyes.
“There aren’t any more left,” I said. “If there were more, they’ve gone.”
It took me several minutes to catch my breath, and only then did the weariness truly crash down on me, in the moment when my blood ceased its boiling. I felt unsteady, but kept myself up through little more than sheer stubbornness.
I wasn’t out of this yet.
“Are you certain?” Lisette asked, pacing over to me. She put my body between herself and the dead creatures. "That was..." She took a deep breath. "That was a Demon of the Abyss. Here, in this city."
I narrowed my eyes at her.
"What?" Lisette asked, taking a step away from me.
"Your master already knows about it," I said. "He wasn't surprised when I told him, and he never asked me about it in our interrogations."
"He's not my master," Lisette said heatedly. She took a deep breath and calmed. "It makes sense. The Priory has been hunting something in the city, but only the Grand Prior, the Presider, and the Knight-Confessor know exactly what."
Parn sniffed at the air again. “My instincts are still warning me of danger. I feel like we’re being watched.”
“This place has been desecrated,” I said. “It’s not safe. Let’s go, before these bodies start moving around. This isn’t a place for restful death, right?”