Quinlan descended the cathedral steps with Velara at his side.
"Let's end this, shall we?"
He asked as the dark helmet returned, once again hiding his face.
"…" The Arch Priestess walked with her staff in hand, her posture straight enough to cut glass. Black Fang flanked Quinlan's other side, the dark coat draped over her shoulders, and her hand resting on the katana's grip as if she expected the street itself to attack them.
The first block was empty.
Rubble from the initial assault littered the road. Overturned market stalls, cracked cobblestones, and a wagon missing two wheels sitting at an angle against a storefront. Soul soldiers stood at intersections in their blue-skinned stillness, and the few civilians who hadn't made it to the cathedral watched from behind shuttered windows. Quinlan caught a curtain twitching on the second floor of a tailor's shop and a pair of eyes vanishing behind it.
By the second block, they had an audience.
