"Fuck, we all are going to die!" curse the woman behind me as we stopped. Quite a few people are panicking. Heleu and I are not one of them.
There are still some people here who have not fought the Grimms. They might have fought individually, but not in thousands. To those, the sight of half a million Grimms would look quite scary.
It is quite scary, that heart started to beat wildly.
Five miles in front of us is the army of Grimms; there are half a million Grimms standing in the neat lines in front of the two lakes.
Behind them, over the ground between the two lakes, is the exit.
Over a week ago, we had it in our control, before Grimms took it in their assault and now, we are going to fight to the death to take it.
We only have one day for it, as by tomorrow evening, the doors of the runes will close.
I looked at the bright shining moon and took a deep breath.
