With the first of the two Deacon's now taken out of the fight, the sight of victory was looming ever closer as I scooped up my great sword and joined the two Demoness' in clearing out the remaining Cultists on the main street of Nogart, which were proving to be rather tenacious little bastards in their own right.
An even mix of humans and other races, the Cultists were all equipped in navy blue robes that covered a silver cuirass and some bracers, which was attached to a leather shirt for further protection; they were decently armored for a Cult, suggesting that these were some of the 'elites' of the Cult of Ambitions normal members.
Those who have proven themselves to be admirable warriors capable of surviving some pressing situations and dealing with some tough opponents.
