Chapter 47 : Stalemate

A reasonably far distance from the battle between the archangels and Zalos was Emory. He leaned against a building that no longer had its top half, although his wounds had all healed up, he was still covered in blood, and he was still wearing his basketball jersey which was now in tatters. An absent expression on his face, his gaze on the sky above, and his arms rested beside him.

Boom!

The sound of the battle echoed even as far away as he was from the fight, he could still hear and feel the impact of each blow.

"The battle must be getting more intense for me to be able to feel it from here, I should join them. Should I really be resting now? I should be fighting with Michael and Gabriel but I'm so tired, I know what's at stake but I'm just so tired.