Liam's crows circled overhead, guiding them through Rascal Land as they maneuvered past the ghostly landscape, careful not to attract any Sinners.
The castle grounds seemed relatively safe given the situation, but they left Halo's clone, Sunday, behind just in case. It was strong and capable enough to handle any minor threats that might arise.
The weight of their situation was crushing. Death awaited them from all sides, but at least on this path they'd chosen, they could fight for their lives.
The orders were simple: protect the castle until Rascal Land itself ended. It should have been an easy assignment, considering the castle existed in the space between triad lands, technically belonging to none. But it turned out the gods had known exactly what they were doing.
The castle should have protected them as well, given they were its guardians, but that privilege was reserved for the legends alone.
