The fourth time the army stopped to fight, it wasn’t by choice.
Demons had turned on them in the middle of the march through a place called the Radiant Downs. It was lush, green. Different than the frontline had been. Not for long though.
When they entered the Downs, Zeke had teared up at the sight of green, towering trees on either side of the Axis, soft yellow dandelions all along the gentle slopes their road passed between. Violets and bluebells crowned all the higher spaces. Rich green scents flowed between the tired angels he marched with, overpowering the faint sweaty smell coming off the skin.
Sandphalon called for the healers to fall back to the rear of the army. A handful of angels sought Zeke out as they hurried in the opposite direction of the soldiers moving toward the front
