The battlements shook under the weight of the colossal entity. Stone cracked. Men screamed as sections of the wall simply vanished, swallowed into widening fractures that pulsed with black-violet light. Aiden stood at the center of it all, his body burning.
The fractures inside him—the ones that let Lucifer's power bleed through—were splitting wider. The entity had locked onto him. Not the wall. Not the army. Him.
"It's trying to use you as a door," Catherine shouted over the chaos. Her armor was half-gone, hair wild, eyes fierce. "We don't run. We flood the fractures right here, where the bastard can watch."
No time for a chamber. No time for safety. The entity's aura already pressed down on them like a heavy, hungry hand, making every nerve raw.
Aiden grabbed Catherine and bent her over the parapet. Her hands gripped the crumbling stone as he shoved into her from behind in one rough thrust.
