Decadia Ambush II

Decadia, Heaven

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“Half a mile. They are coming fast.” Davyd said confidently as his eyes were closed, feeling or hearing beyond the others’ comprehension.

“Wonderful lad you are, King Davyd,” Dreygo praised.

“One minute.” Davyd estimated.

Then the humming of machines loomed from afar and beyond the clutch of the tall trees. Startled, the Demons shouted to each other, delivering commands. They were unorganized. They took their weapons out and lowered whatever they were looting.

The Kraken roared, and a demon stabbed its neck with a fork. It was their way of treating the monsters of Hell, hurting them to awaken and engage in a fight.

“Thirty seconds.”