Chapter 129
The thing about massive city-wide battles with shadow beasts and unholy cultists is that they don't end quickly. Or quietly.
There's no neat little moment where someone calls "cut," and everyone gets water bottles and collapses into beanbags for a friendly chat. No. It's just blood, blades, panic, yelling, and somehow, a continuous onslaught of cultists. It was like someone kept refreshing them from a menu. Limited-time offer: Buy one void cultist and get two flying nightmares free.
Which meant I had plenty of time to keep running and, of course, bump into every last one of the unqualified maniacs who had come to help me save the world. Again. Unpaid, but that didn't seem to bother anyone except me.
