Nothing made sense anymore. The whole world was upside down, torn and twisted into grotesque shapes that Chaos couldn"t fathom. Blood seeped through his fingers as he pressed his hand onto Syfer"s wound. The thick, sticky liquid glued his fingers together, and he had to choke back the waves of nausea that flooded through him.
Nothing made senseHe was only barely aware of the commotion around him. The raised voices, the patter of running feet, the grunts of pain as members of Nightfall surrounded Anathema and threw him to the ground, raining punches and kicks down upon him.
Panic stabbed at Chaos"s heart and he cast a frantic glance behind him. He wrestled with an impossible choice. Save Anathema or save his brother. He didn"t dare take his hands away from the jagged hole in Syfer"s thigh
