Page 61 of Psycho Gods

It was exhausting.

Another roar made the stones vibrate beneath me.

I could hear the shifters fighting, but I couldn’t find them.

I was alone.

“Scorpius!” I yelled into the darkness because he had the best chance of finding me amid the chaos of the battle.

Another faraway roar, but no one responded to my plea.

The men must have been on the other side of the wall, in the large room filled with hundreds of people where the sounds of heavy fighting were still concentrated.

Acting without thought, I threw myself against the closest corridor wall. I groaned as fresh pain agitated the many battle wounds I was sporting.

Sun god, that had been a stupid idea.

I low-key loved that I thought I could just throw myself through a heavily fortified brick wall and it would break. Where had that confidence come from?

Limping, trembling with exhaustion, body bruised and aching, I forced myself to keep running forward.

I needed to find everyone.

It had all been going to plan—we’d been fighting as a group and staying together as we traveled deeper into the compound.

I’d cut down infected and ungodly with the twins at my front and the kings at my back.

I’d dodged—they’d attacked.

They’d dodged—I’d thrust.

On repeat.

For hours.

We’d picked up the discarded weapons of the infected, and all of us had fought with the more dangerous enchanted swords while the infected screamed and ungodly screeched in the darkness.

It had been hard to discern the locations of my teammates as they’d moved like shadows around our foe.

It had been messy.

Disturbing.

I’d only used the sword and had hesitated to fling daggers because I could not ensure that I wouldn’t hit someone on my side. It had been hours of close combat.

My arms had trembled from exertion.

Then, about an hour ago, a sudden explosion had collapsed a portion of the large room where the fighting was concentrated, and my earpiece had fallen out.

Enchanted swords had swung through the rubble in a blur of bodies. Ungodly had screeched and attacked beside them.

I’d stumbled out into a hall.

I’d barely had time to throw a dagger at an ungodly’s neck as I’d brandished my enchanted sword.

The ungodly had surrounded me.

Dust had been in my eyes, and bricks had been falling.

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