No.
Not the forest.
The ground.
His eyes widened.
Thousands.
Monsters.
Demons.
Marching together.
His face went pale.
He grabbed the alarm horn.
"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
The shout echoed across the walls.
The guard inspecting the wagon immediately turned.
"What?!"
Then he looked back inside.
The crates...
Were packed tightly together.
Not with supplies.
Explosives.
Rows.
Upon rows.
His pupils shrank.
"Wha—"
The hooded driver smiled.
Raised a clenched fist.
"FOR THE CULT!"
A blinding flash consumed the gate.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!
Stone exploded outward.
Wood shattered.
The gate disappeared beneath fire and smoke.
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Elsewhere—
Andrew ran.
Not toward the gate.
Toward another destination.
His boots pounded against the rooftops.
If I were that crazy bitch...
I'd go after my weapon first.
He vaulted across another building.
Dropped into a narrow alley.
Then arrived.
The warehouse.
The doors already stood open.
"...Shit."
He rushed inside.
Bodies.
Everywhere.
Workers.
Guards.