I didn't doubt it was going to suck for him, but so long as Brenden and I were there, nothing would go wrong.
And that was exactly how we spent the next several hours, in the darkness, taking turns pouring particle water over our Father as he subconsciously screamed bloody murder due to the agony he was experiencing.
The two of us, Brenden and I, were no strangers to evolving to 5C, so we fully understood what he was going through, but about 5 hours into the Evolution, I picked up on a faint scratching sound in the distance.
"Heads up, we have company; Dad's screams seem to have rung the dinner bell for the undead…" Getting to my feet, I reequipped my Gauntlet Claws, as I had stored them away so that I didn't accidentally gash my Father while taking care of him while looking down the dark tunnel toward the source of the noise.
"Any clue how many," Appearing beside me, Brenden asked as he brandished his short sword.
