The blinding flash and rumbling ground had been unsettling.
That
had been nothing to the roar that echoed from miles away.
Yet,
even that was no preparation for the sight before them.
“F***ing
s**t! The h**l happened?”
Any of the band could have voiced
the thought that they all shared.
It was Seneca, lifting her
hefty, great hammer, that woke them from their stupor. “Boys. Our
outfitting trek just turned into a battle.”
The squad of
Flints turned to where she was looking. A mob of devourers, corrupted
with crystal shards, were bearing down upon the convoy.
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