Chapter 394

Then the ground began to bleed. Ink-dark pools spread outward with shrill, whisper-thin hisses and from those puddles of darkness rose massive shadow-limbs — slick, roiling tentacles like the arms of some colossal abyssal kraken. They coiled protectively around Dareth, rising and falling like breathing serpents.

Every warrior on Zedekiel’s side stiffened. They all knew what those evil tendrils could do. After all, they had witnessed first hand their brutality. 

And the shadows were only the beginning.

Dareth lifted his chin slightly, sending a silent summon upward. The sky ruptured instantly and what looked like a rain of stars began to fall, hundreds streaking down to earth. But they were not stars at all. When they struck the earth, the blazing light peeled back to reveal the very beings Ron, Thalindra, and Ovan fled from: the evil gods, and marching beside them, were ranks of Heavenly Enforcers with spears ready.

One glance was enough for them to know