Chapter 740

• Something bronze slowly trotted in from the edge of the cleared fog, tinted with lines of gold and slabs of red. First the goort's armored face, and then the rider on its back.
• A silent gong rang through the fight. The angels froze. The remnants didn't, but the angels cut them down with less effort than a scythe to a wheat field. Everyone stared at the man on the armored goort as he came into view, and the angels lowered their wings. The clink of his armor hitting armor from the gentle trot of his horse was inaudible once the remnants began screaming again, but David swore he could hear it. Clink. Clink.
• Remnants, trying to kill everyone. Angels, trying to kill David. The rider, trying to kill David. Would this ever end?