Surprisingly (not really), the beast that attacked Naomi was down for good. If earlier she was a fighting mess, now she is just a wandering mess. She wasn’t sure if that could be considered a promotion but she sure is trailing down the mountain with a plank filled with her enemy’s blood. That should mean something, right?
The rain has stopped pouring, replaced by flooding of clarity that invaded Naomi’s head. She suddenly remembers something that Liberty told her not so long ago.
Something about Nephilims.
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“Listen, sweetcheeks. Since you can see me…like really see me, you’ll probably ‘gonna be able to see creatures like me too. You got to be wary of the nephilims. Not that I’ll ever let you encounter one but it’s better to be sure.”
“I don’t really get what you’re saying but go
