บท 8: Chapter 8: The Final Showdown
The sulfurous miasma hung thick as doom over the ruins of a once-thriving metropolis. Its streets now ran choked with refuse, corpse-spawn, and demonic sentries patrolling under roiling stormclouds tinged with crimson at their master's command.
For Ethan Cole, that hellish panorama had become all too familiar—the backdrop for daily battles waged from one dawn of fire to the next against powers mortals were never meant to withstand. Yet no nightmarish vista could break his purpose, nor could the flame of faith that guided his way through each new nightmare.
This evening found him reconnoitering alone through alleyways, threading passages barely navigable under tons of pulverized masonry and rubble fused inexplicably into shapes too abhorrent for mortal minds. His quarry lay nearer with each step—the citadel rising obscenely above, pulsing now with unholy energies that saturated the very air and grit beneath boots worn through endless campaigns.
Reaching a half-collapsed overpass, Ethan paused to scan the scarred landscape below through thermal binoculars. Packs of cult hybrids stalked ruin streets, an aerial unit circling ceaselessly save for periodic touch-and-go's ferrying equipment and prisoners to the looming spire. Their empire was fortifying for a final stand.
As he watched, a flash seared his enhanced vision—a bolt of eldritch hellfire rent the skies to impact upon a hillfort barricade miles west, leveling earthen defenses in an instant. Through the dust cloud emerged monstrosities borne aloft on leathery pinions, swooping upon survivors' positions with talons and weaponry.
A private channel crackled urgently: Command requesting sitrep. This whole quadrant has fallen, soldier. Pullback and fortify remaining zones; we'll cover evac ASAP. But Ethan had ventured too far, and his mission remained unfinished. Responding, he would rendezvous at dawn, then sign off quietly. Homestretch had begun.
Under the cover of night, he advanced unseen through the ruins toward the citadel's dark perimeter. Patrolling hybrids were alert yet slow, inefficient—prey for one attuned perfectly to urban stealth and the shadows' embrace. Weaving a careful path through their sweeps, Ethan breached an exterior gate into abominable gardens overrun by esoteric flora pulsating with lifeforce not meant for mortal comprehension.
Deeper, the citadel's bowels stretched beyond nightmare, corridors winding endlessly yet purposefully—architecture intended to confound and unsettle intruders long before blades need drawing. Battle and scouting instincts honed over a decade of campaigns served Ethan well, avoiding detection this far, guided equally by a fortitude beyond training's scope.
At last he emerged upon a grand balcony overlooking a cavernous chamber that stopped his racing heart—an obsidian colosseum sunk fathoms into the earth, terraced with faces carved meticulously into shadowed stone. Within writhed a tangled mass that resolved in mounting horror—a vast congregation of cultists, hybrids, and captured humanity fused surgically and psychically into a single monstrous offering. It seemed Ernesh was sacrificing his own people and prisoners as sacrifices to the demon's.
From observatories high above, Marcos and his inner circle looked down, monitoring blasphemous rites that synced the sacrifices undulations with chaotic sigils etched miles wide through the ruins by esoteric resonance. Through his optics, Ethan glimpsed familiar faces suspended and flayed yet living amid the pulsating mass, offering final prayers silently through agony no words could fathom.
A new determination now gripped Ethan's resolve—no abomination, demonic or man-wrought, would stand unchecked before God's righteous justice. Slipping away unseen, he descended twisting passages, sensing some eldritch blueprint guiding his footfalls unerringly toward the confrontation's endgame. Shadows drew close, but no darkness could stand against the light within. ,,,,,
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