Chapter 52: Reaping the Harvest

When Rhychard uncovered his eyes, all he saw was Buttercup standing there with the golden pole holding the American flag. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the sulfurous smoke floating in the air that once was Vargas. The Warrior approached her, wrapping her into his jacket with his damaged arm. She fell into him, the sobs erupting from her frail body.

Rhychard held his sword in front of him, waiting for the few gargoyles that remained to attack. However, with their leader gone, they just spun in the air and flew off, leaving the place littered with carcasses and broken chunks of the building.

The church shook as pieces of the ceiling began to fall around them. The magic that had started to open the way to the Nether now had nowhere to go and collapsed in on itself.

“C’mon, lady. Time to go.”

:Warrior, quick. Tryna found Renny in the pastor’s office.: