There was a rough metal shield that I kept in front of me at all times.
I had forged it long ago, with drops of blood and beads of sweat, and it had taken years to strengthen itself into something that could actually protect me.
But now, it was as if the whole shield had been completely melted down. Now, I could only run – run far and fast before the arrival of all the demons that had been held back by the shield.
I could already feel their burning, fetid breath.