'Why is it attacking now!?'
Elijah thought to himself as he helped the people of the city evacuate from the place.
From what he had heard from Himmel, the Dead God was supposed to attack after three more days.
Yet….
His gaze shifted as he looked through the heavy rain towards the mass of flesh.
Even from afar he could see Himmel's distinct purple strike.
'I should help him.'
Elijah thought but immediately bit his lips.
Much to his disappointment, he was aware of his own strength.
If he moved recklessly all he would be is nothing but a burden.
'Let's focus on evacuating them.'
He thought as he jumped down the building.
Screams echoed from the alleys, from broken windows, from beneath crumbled rooftops.
He flew low above the cracked streets, his wings soaked and heavy, eyes darting from one group of civilians to the next.
"Keep moving!" he shouted, pushing debris off a trapped woman.
"Get to the church—NOW!"
"Elijah!"
