About two hundred thousand survivors lived in the Sanctuary. Between them only seven thousand were trained soldiers, and about another twelve thousand were men of military age and fit enough to join armed combat.
Ramla had done everything she could to secure weapons and equipment before the Nephilim went on their rampage. None of it would've been of any use against them, however it was better to have something than to be unarmed.
Sam was doubtful that the small army would be able to do anything against the madness the old fortune teller had foreseen.
When the sky above lost its azure color as a veil of red covered the world, he knew they were in for a horror unlike anything they'd seen before.
"Doctor Sanderson."
Turning around, Sam saw a man dressed in full combat attire walking over to him. Despite the mask covering his face, it was easy to recognize who he was since not many among the human soldiers dared to speak to him.
