CHAPTER 13 : Here Come The Warriors

The night was cool and the air was pungent with distinct stench of sulfur. My gaze rose to the crimson red sky as I took another step towards the stone monoliths. The full moon shone brightly, serving as the only source of light. The sand squeaked beneath my feet as I slowly approached the small gathering of demons that stood in front of me. In the near distance stood seven figures covered in black cloaks and porcelain masks; they formed a circle around the monoliths and chanted in a language I could not decipher, but it sounded rather ancient; Latin maybe? Or even something older, Sumerian?—I couldn't be sure.

"Move," Dex said as he jabbed his elbow between my shoulder blades. I stumbled forward taking another step towards the group. Dread coiled deep inside me as I swallowed. My legs were heavy like lead, I couldn't shake the sinking feeling I was walking to my end—because I was.