Orson stumbled past the crumbling pillars and rock formations that had been made through time, wisely hiding behind one of the rocks as the ghostly apparitions flew past. He patiently waited until the coast was clear before stepping out of his hiding place, and his next destination was finding Cassian.
"Where the fuck are they?!" The dark clouds rumbled along with Orson's frustration as he continued to stagger forward, already weak to the bone. A bead of sweat rolled down from his forehead, stopping at his chin and disappearing under his chin.
He was having a hard time catching his breath as the whole perimeter was surrounded by mélange of grotesque creatures, summoned from the darkest corners of the supernatural realm. He knew Cassian would need some assistance since he couldn't deal with Abbot while being in his human form, but getting to him has been quite a handful.
