The wind rustled the surrounding leaves, carrying the smell of wood from the forest behind. Reidar dismissed the ravens, watching them dissolve into blue mist before peering through the heavy foliage at the sprawling city in the distance.
"We're here," Jake said.
"Ashwick," Lena said. She crouched behind a massive oak, pushing a branch aside to check the area. "Silas is down there."
Reidar nodded. The Archdeacon was close, at least based on what they knew, but of course, things could be different.
"He's probably at a higher level now."
The group was stronger than they had been in Creamont. Reidar was at Level 358. Lena was 346. Jake was 337. They were titans compared to the average survivor, but Silas wasn't exactly the average survivor, and neither were the church members.
"What are we going to do?" Jake asked. "It's clear we are not strong enough to defeat him."
