Chapter 69

“Well, great,” Dungan muttered. “Those demons he mentioned are coming up fast behind us. Who’s going to help us now?”

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They barely had enough time to prepare before the attack. The Baret shielded Shaela and Kitt as demons poured down their trail, and Dungan and Dreux joined the fight. Deformed lumps of membranous wings sprouted from the demons’ backs, but they didn’t fly so much as convulse. Each face was grotesquely different, as if a cruel and insane god had formed them from partially dried clay and left them to heal on their own. Each demon seemed to be in exquisite pain, their laughter nothing more than shrill and piercing screams.

The writhing mass swarmed the travelers—Shaela and Kitt were soon covered, exposed flesh bitten and scratched. Though Wray tried his best, he couldn’t move fast enough to hack away the horde. Kitt, brandishing one of the outlaw’s daggers, joined him in the fight, but Shaela remained buried beneath the writhing mass.