Doyle crawled low, on the blistering hot blackened earth of the flaming plane.
Honestly he didn't even know how a rock could withstand such temperatures and still remain solid.
Whatever it was it had to be a bitch, he cursed, as the heat crawled through the seams of his armour and fried his skin.
He could only grit his teeth from pain, and push on crawling low, as he led his units forward as they tried to evade the hovering dragon scouts.
Doyle Munroe, a member of the alpha team, was also the appointed leader of the team Seth carried with him on this journey.
And now they were in a time crunch to be in place before Seth finished his assault. If they missed this crucial timing to shred through the enemy forces, defeating them would be almost ten times harder.
Especially if they allowed the dragons to cast away the shadow divinity force cast on their souls.
And that couldn't be allowed to happen. Just as Doyle was having this thought… BOOOM!!
