The high-speed movement of the air stung his skin—a personal quirk of George's, perhaps, as he enjoyed flying without protection. Every exertion heightened his sense of danger, and George believed it was necessary to maintain a sharp awareness of risk. Ever since he became the leader of the Crusaders, it had been a long time since he'd felt injured.
Emerging from blood and filth, the Inquisitor Legion channeled their grievances toward the Angels. With a mocking twist of his lips directed at his legion commander, George Edmund flew back to his homeland, to the camp where his brothers temporarily resided.
