It seemed that some moments nothing could ruin.
Plague Reaper was ready to fight against Adam, Osana, and Katrin, just as they were. Fume Armors stood aside as silent spectators, waiting for the fighters to make their next moves.
The gates were firmly closed, making Fume Cathedral an impregnable fortress with no way out except for a hole in the roof, but it was too small and high up, its purpose was to let in the faint moonlight and nothing more.
The hundreds of monsters outside were too scared to come within ten meters of Fume Cathedral. The Fume Statues were loyal guards, not going to let anyone in until the historic battle was over, regardless of its outcome.
The black air and thick fog covering everything around this part of the Fallen Crypt minimized that anyone would come here to interfere with their battle.
Everything was flawless and perfect.
But...
