Outside the church, Bert’s group fought with their lives on the line, with all they had, in order to buy as much time as they could so that Elleanore and Abby could retrieve whatever it was that could grant them their powers back.
So they fought, got wounded, bled, fell, got back up again, and resisted as hard as they could.
However, Mathew and the others weren’t doing as well as they wanted to.
Because their enemies weren’t ordinary humans, but loyal servants to the Crawling Chaos. Demons once killed during the Forgotten War, but brought back to life by the unstoppable force of evil and destruction that was the Crawling Chaos.
It made things way harder to the group than they ever planned for.
They had broken limbs, deep cuts, and unimaginably painful wounds. But still they resisted, having even taken down some of their enemies.
It seemed that, somehow, their bodies still held some of the former strength they held back in t
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