Chapter 80: The Weight of Survival
Ten kilometers deep in the Wildlands, the sickening purple light of Elder Martha's sacrificial array finally flickered and died.
The sixty-second binding seal shattered like brittle glass.
Lord Commander Helion Goldmane instantly surged forward.
The Bastion's Anchor flared with solar heat, but there was nothing left to hit.
Martha was dead.
The remaining Cultists had been drained to husks.
The only thing filling the bruised sky was a massive, drifting cloud of pulverized red mist where the Corpse Titan had stood just moments before.
A liquid-silver blur landed gracefully on the scorched earth beside Helion.
Guildmaster Seraphina Vance sheathed her rapier, her pristine coat entirely untouched by the carnage.
A moment later, Patriarch Vance Hennessey dropped from the sky, landing heavily on one knee.
His hair was stark gray, and he leaned heavily on his golden broadsword, coughing up a spatter of darkened blood.
