looking up at her wide large eyes. â Help. If I try to pull myself up, my hands will slip. â
Eden couldn â t leave him. She reached down, seized his wrists, and began to pull him backward. Eden knew she never could have pulled him up had she still been alive, but souls didn â t have muscles or weight anymore, so she managed to help him over the edge.
The two of them stared at each other once she had him standing and upright. Sergeant Dale rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. â Thank you. â
Eden nodded.
Looking down, Eden spotted hairline cracks beginning to form beneath her again, and she could hear the sound of heavy breathing somewhere close. Then came a loud, massive roar which was like no other she had heard in her entire life or afterlife . It was deep. Throaty. Mostly, it was just angry. The Raiders then appeared before them, a glowing white army.
Sergeant Dale unsheathed his sword and then pulled out a bottle of liquid. Holy water. Eden watched as he poured it on the metal of his sword and then grinned at Eden.
â It â s not just for healing, â Sergeant Dale said.
After seizing her hand, Sergeant Dale stepped forward and swung at the swiftly forming herd of Raiders. He connected with their chests . The Raiders he hit made loud, high-pitch ed wails. They dissipated into mist again, but they did not re-form like Eden expected they would.
The two of them began to run again, and the mist did something strange. It grew thicker. Denser. Eden felt as if she was trying to run through water. She threw a panicked look at Sergeant Dale, wishing she knew what was going on. This was horrible.
â What â s happening? â Eden asked.
â The Raiders are angry, â Sergeant Dale said. â They â re trying to slow us down so whatever that thing is can get us. â
The closer they got to the prison, the thicker and denser the mist became. It became less like running through water and more like trying to run through mud, and then, finally, solidifying cement. Up ahead, Eden heard the sound of shuffling again and saw a massive black creature lumber in front of her. She couldn â t make out what it was. It looked like an animal, maybe a bear or a massive wolf. Before she could try to make out what she looked at, the creature burrowed into the ground and the earth concaved around it as if it had never been there. Once the creature was gone , the ground began to vibrate again. The monster was going to break apart the earth and make another ravine.
Eden stole a look at the prison, which was close now. Maybe a hundred feet. They could make it. She was determined to. Eden yanked Sergeant Dale hard to the right by pure instinct seconds before the earth cracked again. The vibrations caused them both to tumble and fall, but neither of them wasted time on swearing. Eden was up again seconds later, and Sergeant Dale was right behind her.
The fog was so dense now that had she needed to breathe, the Raiders wouldn â t allow her to. The Raiders were that powerful, and so was the Satan Spawn burrowing below the earth and causing the plates to split. Eden â s mouth clamped shut in determination as she waded through the mist. We â re going to make it. We â re going to make it. I know we can. I can â t afford to let anything happen to me until I find my five.
Up ahead, she saw the gates of the prison swing open, and a group of twenty Demon soldiers poured out.
â They â re going to help us, â Sergeant Dale said. â Once the lanterns get here⦠â
â But will they do much good against whatever the burrowing creature is out here? â
Sergeant Dale did not respond.
As the new soldiers grew closer, the mist began to grow less and less dense. When the soldiers made it to them, the mist evaporated completely. Eden looked around, desperate to see where the burrowing Satan Spawn was. She didn â t see a large,