Chapter 52: Sending Our Regards
The air in the underground sewers of Bastion Seven was thick with the stench of stagnant water and decaying rot.
Draven and Estella dropped silently from the rusted maintenance ladder. Their blank black masks concealed their expressions, turning them into two anonymous phantoms in the dark.
"Why are we hitting them today of all days?" Estella whispered, her wooden staff already humming with a faint, deadly violet light.
"Because of the riots yesterday," Draven replied, his voice a low, mechanical hum behind the mask.
"The Hennesy Clan and the Vanguard Knights are currently turning the surface slums upside down looking for Cultists. But more importantly, the Cult itself is distracted. They are actively pulling their heavy-hitters out of the city."
"Pulling them out? Why? They have a chance to expand their influence by brainwashing the people who have lost their closed ones to Hennessey soldiers?"
