Liam and Walker take on the tumult demon. Both fight well. Given enough time, I’m sure the two men will defeat the monster.
In all the action of battle, none of us notice how more tumult demons have broken through the ceiling. These creatures pounce onto Liam and Walker, striking them with weapons made of fire and iron.
The two men die before me. There’s nothing I can do to stop it.
A potent mix of rage and sorrow weighs on my shoulders. Although I don’t know these two men, a fire for vengeance burns through my soul. Once again, I try to fight the tumult fiends, but it’s like I’m a ghost. No one notices me or my touch.
More red mist rolls through the room. When it vanishes, the chamber is back to normal. Liam and Walker are alive and unhurt.
Was this all an illusion?
Or is something
