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Chapter 7
Aridan kept peeking back at Torian for the entire drive, making sure the temperamental Drakatra stayed out cold.
They were finally in Toronto, which was no longer the lively city they remembered. Now it was full of smashed up cars and corpses.
"I'd say we're in the right area," Aridan said very quietly.
"Shit!" Sevron barked as a huge winged demon slammed down onto the hood of the car. They were suddenly surrounded by hundreds of them, all beating on the car until it spun out of control and hit a tree.
Aridan whimpered in pain at the large shard of glass embedded in his shoulder, holding him firmly to the seat.
Sevron was already out cold face down on the steering wheel so hard that it made and endless honking noise.
Great talons were ripping through the metal as easily as a can opener as the demons roared and laughed.
"Sword," one of the demons hissed, grinning wildly as Aridan shrieked in pain.
His body lit up bright gold. His palm split open, pushing the sword out of his body inch by inch.
The demons all started to collapse dizzily as Aridan continued to scream, his voice ripping the equilibrium right out from underneath them.
He knew that even his scream wouldn't save him this time, his vision was starting to dim at the edges, warning him of the coming oblivion.