Through the interlaced tunnels, the two ran from this hell. He cleared the way through the demons’ hole to freedom. Gun blasting, she heard nothing save for the deafening thunder of his weapon. She just saw. Carnage, death. The gunshots tore through the Chaots with ruthlessness, killing many to pave the way. The grim applause of death’s sirens finally sings to those who should have traveled across the River Styx long ago as the Chaots died.
