your vision swims as the world comes into view . The city street that had been so full of life just a moment before. Paddlers selling trinkets and re purposed tools bustled left and right as children ran with fruits and bread back to their homes. But.....
You blink, clearing your vision of the hot blood that streaks your face. Down the street you can see the massive walls of the sanctum bent inward , and from the rent open wound, cultists and zealots surge through the streets, reaping a bountiful harvest of flesh and gore. To your right lie the bodies of the mercenaries that you had come to had been put with, they lay in broken piles in pools of their innards with their faces twisted in a perpetual rictus of final horror.
"I found one.."
a soft mechanical voice says drawing your eyes upward.
"Shes from the order.... Must be the aspirant they sent here to handle these cultists..Poor thing."
he swims in your vision until he crouches to your right, showing a figure in all black Armour, giving him a slightly futuristic look. A sleek and almost wolf like helm looks down at you , your own pitiful reflection gazing back to you as he sighs
"Im not going to lie to you...You're in bad shape..And if it wasn't for your training you would be dead. This town is gone, your mission is failed and more than likely your going to be punished for this... However."
he reaches into his belt and pulls out a flare.
"The enemy leader is still here. Its my mission to make sure he doesn't leave. If you help me ill give you the tools to save your life... its your choice."
reaching down he points to a horribly deep gash in your side that pumps blood with each movement and screams in pain with heavy throbs.
"if you cauterize that wound you'll stomp hemorrhaging blood. You'll be able to come with me and i can help you avoid the racks."
Tilting his head toward your fallen allies he shrugs,
"Or. YOu can just close your eyes until the undead come to feed."