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As if in response to the barbarian's demand, the resurrected all turned and began to stumble toward the Cathedral. They groaned and their bones gnashed together, nothing but the magic of reanimation propelling them forward.

Oriana narrowed her eyes at their sudden lurch forward. "I guess he's going to lead us straight to him." She would wait until the entirety of the army would pass them before turning toward Arkas. For the time being, at least, she did not feel any ill-will toward him, and the usual vitriol between demon hunter and barbarian had been silenced. Now, he was an ally, someone whose back she would watch if it meant her own life. Allegiance was blind in the face of pure evil.

"The question is," she said, her eyes caged on the rotted doors of the church. "Is he friend or foe?"