"Do you have God's Judgment ready?"
"We do, sir, but this location would be buried... with us in it, sir."
The tunnels were far too narrow for them to escape. Moreover, the God's Judgment they possessed could level an entire city. There was no way they would survive in such a confined space.
"Hold it off until we evacuate," the leading priest commanded. He then turned to the bride, drenched in blood. "Are you alright, miss?"
"I'm... fine," the bride replied weakly, partly acting, partly expressing the reality. The blood tendrils that attacked her had nearly killed her. If the priest hadn't intervened, she would have perished.
"Don't worry, miss. We'll take care of you from now on."
Confident in their power, the priests pushed the bride back, into the safety of their ranks. On the other side of the room, Hilda was still drenched in blood. Her monstrous face now reflected pure rage.
