Chapter 150 - Falling Out Of Hell

I was getting out, one way or another, but four more of the giant monoliths had gotten in my way, and I'd kill them indiscriminately. It wouldn't be as easy as before, but it wouldn't be as hard either. They seemed to have been working together, they were organized and deliberate, even their approach said as much. Three approached, but one stayed behind, one that had a bow made of muscle, sinew and bone. It was larger than life, but everything was so I didn't focus on it too much, I only ensured it was in my line if sight. The three would approach and there would be three different weapons, a hammer, an axe and strangest of them all, twin blades. I wondered if they had fashioned them from the tortured souls like I had, or if they had been issued at some point in time. The question weighed on me as curiosity peaked, but I'd still kill them. It was either me or them, and I wasn't going out, I wouldn't lose.