One, two, three… ten bodies devoid of life lay on the concrete floor. Their skin was pale and their eyes rolled back into their head.
Their deaths were quick but painful.
Max wondered if he could have saved them. It was difficult to accept that he was powerless.
Not too long ago he had wondered why Darwin didn't immediately rush to stop Richard from unsealing Kaylan.
It made no sense… that is until he explained things.
He had grown weaker. It had been roughly more than a thousand years since he became a part of the Nazarene formation.
Back then, it had been maintained by magicians so it functioned properly but after several thousands of years, it was a wonder it was still working perfectly without maintenance.
A testament to just how much Chaos had distorted the order of things.
Of course, the amount of Chaos was limited which was why Darwin had grown weaker.
