The air inside the Bastion was so saturated with demonic mana that it became almost palpable, a heavy purple molasses that crept into the lungs with every breath. The passage created by the combined assault of the four had closed behind them. Before them stretched a cyclopean inner courtyard.
But what drew their attention was not the unholy architecture of the place, but the human tide facing them... Hundreds of Spectrum members, dressed in black tunics marked with the organization's seal, were waiting for them. Their eyes shone with a fanatical violet glow and their bodies were covered with pulsing veins of demonic energy.
"They are really numerous..." murmured Julian while adjusting his grip on his sword. "It's almost flattering to receive such a welcome."
"It's more of an execution than anything else," replied Jasper in his monotonous voice, his longbow already drawn.
