CHAPTER 920
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
The officials repeated the word in their heads like a sacred mantra as they steadily approached the exit.
It was getting closer and closer.
With each step they took, they could see their salvation manifesting before them.
Freedom from the staggering carnage.
Freedom from the acrid scent of scorched remains permeating the room.
Freedom from the iron tang of blood flowing across the floor.
And most especially, freedom from the demon wearing the skin of a human.
They were incredibly close, but the slick, crimson coating on the marble wasn't making their progress any easier.
They could almost hear the quiet murmurs of the conversation between Grey and Janet behind them.
They breathed sighs of relief, knowing that they were finally within reach of the outside world.
Just a bit more.
Throughout their entire sprint toward the double doors, they had been plagued by worry, constantly glancing over their shoulders.
