I could not believe what was before my eyes. Never had I expected to see this when we teleported back to the front of the institute. I could not help but take a second to take in what was happening, even though my mind was screaming at me to move. The demons were riding the golems as if they were in a medieval battle, striking out at those below them from their high perch and sending their bodies flying through the air before colliding with the walls, buildings or even other people. The ferals and Strigoi were acting together, cornering off a small group of people from the others before literally ripping them to pieces, enjoying the smearing of their blood and their last screams of terror.
Never had I seen Asloxorth's people be so in sync with each other, as if the death and destruction
