I will make your oppressors eat their flesh, and they shall be drunk with their blood as with wine. Then all flesh shall know that I am the Lord your Saviour and your Redeemer, the Mighty One of Jacob.
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~Battle occurring simultaneously with Fil's disappearance...~
"We can't lose." Hope gritted her teeth warding off yet another demon.
"We have to get to William," Seth said beside Hope.
They were not on the physical plane, this was the spirit realm. It was wide, dark and eery. You couldn't see its end.
Swords clanked against swords causing a hazardous ripple to the lifeless void around them.
The battle raged on.
Hope's breathing was ragged. She'd never had to face that many opponents at once. She was getting worn out.
This was the spirit realm where warfare went down
