Cassius looked out at the swarm of approaching cultists.
A ocean of robes, flickering runes, and murderous eyes.
For a heartbeat, he thought about staying, about testing himself against all of them at once. His blood was boiling for it.
But then a sharp, pained gasp behind him shattered the thought.
He turned to see that Carmela was still kneeling, trembling, clutching her chest as if her ribs were about to break from the inside. The crimson glow in her eyes had dulled to agony.
"Damn it." He muttered, exhaling through his teeth. "So much for a glorious last stand."
He dropped to one knee beside her, extending a hand.
"Carmela, come on, we're leaving."
But the moment he reached for her, she pushed him back with surprising force, glaring at him through clenched teeth, her pride refusing to let him touch her, even now.
