The second, third, and fourth spears all grazed past his body, leaving scorching marks. Raymond stayed at his side, his bone blade cleaving apart the enhanced angels that tried to intercept them.
Thomas and Marcus covered them from behind, dagger strikes and icy mist driving back enemies trying to flank them.
Elena's formation operated at full power, reflecting a portion of every one of Bartholomew's attacks back at him and forcing him to divide his attention.
Michelle's spikes frantically absorbed energy, and her eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Fifty meters.
Forty meters.
Thirty meters.
Bartholomew finally stopped firing.
Gripping his spear with both hands, he leaped down from the altar.
Isaac met him in midair.
The instant the bone blade collided with the spear of light, a visible shockwave exploded outward, sending all the surrounding angels and demon hunters flying.
When Isaac landed, he dropped to one knee, planting his bone blade into the ground to steady himself. Another crack had appeared on the blade.
Bartholomew landed more steadily than he did, but there was now a bloody hole in his chest, blasted open by the energy Elena's formation had reflected back.
"You." Bartholomew stared at Isaac, and for the first time, another emotion appeared in those golden eyes. "You're that construction worker?"
Isaac rose to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Yes."
"What about your family?"
Isaac said nothing.
Bartholomew laughed, his smile twisted and savage.
"They're dead, aren't they? Killed by my children when they lost control."
Isaac tightened his grip on the bone blade. The glowing cracks pulsed madly.
"Do you know what the people who died by your hand thought about in the end?" Bartholomew continued. "Did they wonder why they had to die? Or whether their deaths were worth