The distant roar of the riots was deafening.
Ren could feel the vibrations through the stone floors of the church as he jogged after Kevin and Jean, his armor clanking softly with every hurried step he took.
Beside him, Lilith kept pace effortlessly, her movements graceful even weighed down by her gleaming white Chosen armor.
The moment they burst through the grand archways of the Church's main hall, the full scale of the chaos hit them like a wave.
Smoke rose from multiple parts of the city, black plumes twisting into the sky like accusing fingers. Cries of anger, fear, and desperation echoed from every direction.
Ahead, the senior Chosen had formed up at the main gates, looking like a sea of white, barring the masses from entering.
Those iron gates, which had once seemed like a strong and impenetrable barrier, were now merely another line to be overrun.
