Book Five: Chapter 209

Murray stopped screaming mid-word, the echo of his voice cut off by sheer disbelief as he glanced downward. He was coated head to toe in Opal’s viscous remains, glistening and sticky under the dim light. Worse, the slime had sprayed indiscriminately, splattering the three horsemen and even Mehkhkahrel itself, coating the angel’s gleaming feathers in a grotesque mosaic of green and iridescent filth. Each of the horsemen flinched, attempting to wipe away the offending goo, but only succeeded in smearing it further across their armor and robes.

“YE HAVE BEEN...YE HAVE BEEN...” Mehkhkahrel’s voice warped and doubled over itself, a metallic resonance overlaid with static-like interference. Sparks of golden light danced along its massive wings before focusing into a single, blinding beam. Without hesitation, the beam fired directly at Pestilence. The whirling mass of the pestilent horseman twisted erratically in the air, its myri