'This is like a zombie apocalypse... when did the genre change?' I thought as I channeled Purelight, its divine energy purifying the miasma infecting three citizens. The corruption receded from their eyes and skin, their humanity returning as the forced zombification reversed.
They bowed in gratitude before hurrying into a nearby shelter, their movements still unsteady from the ordeal. Another small victory in what was becoming an overwhelming battle.
'Arthur, your friends are in danger,' Luna's presence pulsed with urgency in my mind.
I pursed my lips, already aware of what that meant. Bishop Lyra would be at the hotel by now, confronting my classmates with power beyond their comprehension. Unlike the weaker Bishop Vale I'd faced in Redmond, Lyra was one of the Covenant's true elites—a prodigy groomed to become their next Pope.
