Fires raged across the town. How had things gotten this bad? The possessed rampaged everywhere and burned and destroyed. Smoke filled the air. Bursts of rapid gunfire could be heard at regular intervals like clockwork. The National Guard had arrived at Hope and had swiftly started imposing their rule on the town. They now lived under martial law. Anyone who opposed the Guard was treated as a threat to national security.
Isabelle watched as a group of supposed anarchists were gunned down not far ahead of her. She conjured a shield to protect herself and the twenty apprentices behind her. This was not the entirety of the circle that she had put together.
The soldiers started walking towards them.
"Go back home witch." One of them shouted. "In case you somehow don't know, there is a curfew
