Smoke started pouring from the entrance behind them. It smelled of burned corpses and alchemy. The fire tore through everything and burned all the evidence they had left behind, even some people who were still alive in the cages.
Dallion drew his daggers and started spinning them in his hands. He was getting excited by the upcoming battle and the chance to kill the Church dogs.
Tepesh also reached over his shoulder and drew the greatsword from his back. The blade was wide and heavy enough that most men would have needed both hands just to lift it. Tepesh, on the other hand, held it with one arm like its weight meant nothing.
"Only six of them?" Dallion said, smiling faintly. "We worried for nothing."
Teclos glanced at him. 'Idiot'
They were not some random thugs who had stumbled across the burning cave. They were properly trained, equipped, and blessed people who had one purpose: hunting monsters like them.
