In mere moments, the forward-operating base crowded with transport helicopters and tents was crushed by the gargantuan black hand. The landscape was flattened as not even an explosion escaped the suppression of the Eclipse.
A couple of meters away, Damien watched the devastation with detached interest before shaking his head after noticing the pulverized corpses of the soldiers and the personnel of the tent.
'It seems that the preacher has a tracking device implanted within him. Otherwise, he would have been rescued without my interference. Though the fate of the Howling Village then remained in question.'
Damien thought about the Shadow Division. An unknown organization that was supposed to be a part of the SIGIL. They might be his comrades, but he didn't care.
The fact that they were working with the Abominable Cult means that the division members were compromised. Even their Paragon could be a traitor, which was bound to make the circumstance even more troublesome.
