The two were broken out of their reverie when Savior crashed beside them, a plume of dust rising upwards. Her armor was shattered, slick with something wet, a mixture of green and her own twisted blood.
Cracks spread across her infernal armor, a beautiful tapestry of destruction. Savior grunted and stood, brushing off the broken parts of her armor.
She gave a hateful look to the damn pilgrim, darkness burning within her visor. Leonidas smiled at her antics; she was acting like a spoiled child.
But his smile transformed into grim realization when he heard Root scream, an ear-piercing cacophony.
What do we do now…I feel like we're about to die…
He could run into the Sanctum for safety, but Willow would be unable to come with him…the Sanctum was his and his alone; anyone else who tried to enter would pay a price worse than death.
And even then, that thing is a Vis-ranked pilgrim…a demi-god.
