The twins cried in Iva's arms. But Iva couldn't comfort them at that moment. Neither could Peter, who was covering Pascoe's ears with both hands.
"Dad, what are you doing?" asked Pascoe.
Peter couldn't let Pascoe hear everything that was happening out there. Outside of the black circle that was currently protecting them from the blades of the Satan worshippers.
From inside, they could hear the sound of screams and the slashing of swords tearing through flesh. And the sound of people screaming in pain because of it. It overpowered the cries of their two babies, who were obviously closer to them.
'Allen, I hope you're okay,' Peter and Iva thought.
Outside the black circle,
Wyncall saw the person—just a mere boy—who had ruined all his plans and the boy who might ruin his plans.
