It wouldn’t take long before the archers’ arrows were no longer able to keep up with the influx of bodies pressing down on them. Hell was officially open, and bodies were swimming across the bay to attack as hundreds spilled from the cavities created beneath the crumbled buildings behind them. On the walls of the fort, Ares and several dozen of his soldiers leaped down into the dry mote surrounding the area. He looked magnificent, his army intimidating as hell. But they were outnumbered ten to one. “What is he doing?” Shanna screamed. “We need him here. He can stop all this!” “No,” Zach said. “He can lead the fight. That’s where his power is. If he gets in trouble, he can port out, but right now, he’s offering us one last line of defense so as many humans as possible can get inside.” “Is the spell ready, then? We can go inside and they can make sure we’re all human?”
