Chapter 58 Andrew
Andrew leaped down the stairs, clambering over the bodies of those that had fallen around him. For two days, they had fought. He had hardly slept. His body was slick with sweat and blood of his men.
“Andrew, we need to fall back,” Serena shouted.
He cursed. “There is nothing left. If we fall back now, they will take the city.”
“Neander’s line holds the eastern front. We can join up with him,” she insisted, trying to get the man to leave. “If we stay here, we will die.”
He held up his sword, ready for the next wave of soldiers to come through. “We must hold this sector. If we don’t, there is nothing standing between us and the market district. I have to do this.” Goddess, he was tired. He had little left in him but he had to stand firm. They had moved boxes and car
