Chapter 595 Hard Choices

Looking at the hundreds of terrified people who were the current target of the far-reaching tendrils of the Doomsday Worm, Marcus was left with the tough choice of picking who to save.

At most he might be able to cram forty of them on his back in his form as a caladrius, and maybe pick up a few dozen more with his iron threads.

But there was simply no way he could carry all of them out of here fast enough with his abilities.

He would need to move pretty fast to get away from the tendrils and make it Loursend. And if he tried pilling all these people up on his cataclysmic iron sword there was no doubt they would fall off.

And even if they could hold on, they would probably all freeze to death in the blistering cold as they were buffeted by high-speed winds without any protection but the clothes they were wearing.