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Luka and Orion silently disemboweled an ungodly together.

I blinked.

Malum set a room of infected on fire.

I blinked.

My sword skewered three infected at once, and John yelled “good work” at me while the men handled the ungodly.

I blinked.

Green and red were splattered across corridor walls.

My boots stuck to the floor as I ran after my prey. I left a trail of cobalt ice in my wake. Smoke curled from the pipe permanently lodged between my lips.

The haze stole time.

Purpose.

Meaning.

An ungodly shrieked into my face, and I screamed back.

Sun god save my broken soul.

Chapter 42

Aran

SPIRALS

Phthisis (noun): a progressively wasting or consumptive condition.

DAY 30, HOUR 13

Knock.

A person stood outside the closet door.

Ice coated the floor beneath me.

Knock. Knock.

Did no one have respect for the champions of war anymore? If I were a man, they never would have interrupted me.

I was obviously holed up in the dark closet of the medical barracks for a reason.

The reason was an extremely important meeting between two champions of the gods. Highly classified business.

Supplies were piled high all around, and my knees were tucked against my chest. A box of needles dug into my ribs. Outside the closet, doctors ran about, treating wounded soldiers.

A gurney rattled as a man cried out in pain, and across the room a woman moaned.

Doctors yelled instructions.

Knock-knock-knock-knock. Two shadows obstructed the sliver of light under the door.

“Go away,” I ordered.