"This normally takes five minutes. We need to hold on a little longer."
Seraph yelled.
Rascal Land was covered in freezing white smoke, with rumblings that shook the earth, trembling the castle walls, and even reaching Inferno Moist. Agonizing screams echoed from the distance, dreadful and haunting, as though the smoke itself inflicted torture.
The moat surrounding the castle was already freezing despite the protection of Liam's feathers, dozens of them, each stretching about six feet tall, arranged in countless numbers to shield the castle from the freezing smoke.
Liam had nearly lost all his feathers, draining him more severely than anything they'd witnessed. He hunched at the castle entrance, breathing heavily. Even something as simple as rolling his eyes seemed to require too much effort. He was on the verge of collapse.
Tough and Light took the front, trying to intercept the Absolute Sinner before it could shatter the feathers. Sunday guarded the rear, behind the barrier.
