They returned with the container about 3 minutes later. John had expected some kind of battlefield, his allies holding position in a desperate stand after Igor opened the Vault again. Instead, he found the rested companions that helped him get in. In a way that was even worse. What the hell was going on outside this door?
Only one way to find out. "Everyone ready?"
"As ready as we will be," Grumbled one of the melee fighters with a smile. "This is everything I signed up for."
"I know right?" Rave chirped.
John nodded at Aclysia and she opened the vault again. It slowly swung open completely and revealed several dozen Bloodfallen standing in a half circle between them and the exit. Igor stood next to Gent, the leader of the Bloodfallen leaning on his cane, an air of arrogant nonchalance around him. Even now, he believed himself superior. John quietly thanked every god that would listen for the self-delusions of egomaniac cult leaders.
