Game On
**
"Niniola, what have you done?" Sunday cried out exasperated.
Close to the lady moments of Niniola madness, at least, according to him, he wanted to run and ditch her completely.
Yes, she had happened to know about the topography of this place so much more than he knew but still, staying around her was like someone willingly walking down the plank.
He could not afford that. That aside, as Niniola had said, he had just hours to the completion of the mission.
And to do that, he did not need to be caught up in any brawl of some kind. Also, he was considering his current state and power level. Fighting an almost inexhaustible horde of demons from the encroaching darkness and the looming, snarling and growling grotesque shapes that were slowly closely on him would eventually take its toll.
Why did she not consider that before going all rogue like this?