"Damn them." No sooner had Maximus Draken etched the words onto the back wall did the War Monks arrive. They were all battered and beaten yet they swarmed into the theater, the very place he had intended to teach them about soul magic.
"Drop the sword Draken!" One of them yelled. "You are surrounded. Your army of demons couldn't keep us out."
'Army?' Maximus thought. 'The demons should be vanquished, but it doesn't matter anymore.' He turned from the back wall, sheathed his sword, and dropped to his knees. There were dozens around him, yet the only thing he looked at was a small, smelly wooden crate lying a foot away from him. "You people," his voice cracked as if he hadn't spoken in days.
OH MY GOD FINALS ARE A PAIN!!!!!!! I am going on hiatus until the 26th because math is hard. I just wanted to get to a good stopping point. I hope I did all the hype justice in this scene (although there is still plently more to be hyped about). I will maybe upload once or twice before the 26th because if I do just math for two weeks, I will go insane and summon an Unholy being. THANK YOU FOR READING THE SERIES THERE IS STILL MORE TO COME SO DONT STOP NOW!!!!!!! (wow I'm loopy)