CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Caleb could not believe what he was seeing: all around him, the graves were rising on the Mount of Olives. He remembered the prophecy for the end of days—that the first to resurrect would be those buried on the Mount of Olives—and knew the prophecy was coming true.
That meant that the end of days was at hand. Right here. Right now.
The thought struck him like a lightning bolt. The apocalypse. It was really happening. Something horrific had been unleashed, and the dark side had gotten to it first. His sense of dread deepened: now, his death seemed inevitable.
Caleb turned back to the battle at hand and fought furiously, blocking Kyle’s battle axe just in time. He leaned back and kicked Kyle hard, right in the chest, sending him flying backwards.
Another sword came
