Raydon's head whipped around, his eyes burning with fury. "She's pregnant, you bastard! Have you no heart? How can you think of killing a pregnant woman?"
"Maybe you do," Sheldon interjected, his voice as cold as a winter grave. He stepped forward, snatching a rifle from the nearest soldier. "But there's only a stone where mine used to be."
He didn't hesitate. A single crack echoed through the air as Sheldon fired. The bullet struck the woman's hands, sending the beacon tumbling to the dirt. It clattered against the stones, but as it settled, it began to pulse with a blinding, rhythmic glow.
It was already too late. It had been activated. There was an energy in the air, and the wind started picking up. The guard dogs went silent and birds started to flee. The signs of danger were all there.
Get everyone to safety!" Hades roared, his voice straining against the screeching of the mutants.
