Vincent clicked his tongue,
"Now that's a sea of damnation if I've ever seen one myself."
He turned to the slightly trembling archer beside him. He wore loose-fitted clothes that were tight in the right places, making him look more like a thief than anything else, and carried a heavy-looking compound bow. It was evident he was one of Gilead's Pilgrims.
He could sense that the man was already at the edge of Tier 1 and would be ready to take the trial at any moment.
And yet, even then, he still shivered in his boots at the sight.
Vincent cleared his throat. The man snapped his head towards him. The panic in his eyes slowly ebbed away. Seeing this, Vincent nodded in approval.
There was no need to panic.
After all, if they died, they died.
Drawing his rifle and placing it on his shoulder, he shot randomly without aiming.
In the distant black, an enormous ball of flames suddenly appeared, lighting up the dark, desolate wasteland.
