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Things seemed just fine a few hours ago.
So how had it all fallen to chaos so quickly?
It had seemed like just a normal day in the Crossroads until the zombies had begun raiding the central area, sparking the first wave of chaos. Turns out Venomshank had gone feral without any deities around to keep him in check, infecting all those in his vicinity and growing a mass army of acidic zombies.
Illumina then brainwashed civilians into helping fight against the zombies, recruiting them and strengthening them. However it was ineffective as Darkheart supported Venomshank, boosting the zombies with various different effects to increase their power as well.
Ghostwalker joined the mix as well, helping Illumina by reviving the fallen followers so they could continue to fight against the zombies. It didn't help when powerful gusts of wind began to swirl and slam throughout the Crossroads as Windforce had decided to join the chaos just for the fun of it, blowing away and destroying everything in her destructive path.
Icedagger was desperately attempting to calm everyone down, but eventually retreated to fetch Firebrand, the last hope at stopping this madness.
Zuka, Valk, and Dom had been instructed to take the Phighters and others to a safe location, loading them into a large bus and driving toward the Thieves' Den, filled with large forests they could take cover in.
And that brings us to a bus full of anxious demons as it drove slowly along the bridge connecting the Crossroads to the Thieves' Den. They muttered amongst themselves in the back as Valk tried to convince everyone it was going to be alright. Zuka grumbled about the rainy downpour, driving the bus carefully as Dom instructed him where to go.
All they had to do was wait for Firebrand. He could fix all of this. Then everything would all go back to normal.
Right?