Sidor's invisible gaze flickered from side to side as he watched the Mekhet vanish from view. In the smouldering shadows, he couldn't have hidden if he tried. But that was a benefit. A distraction to buy them time. His mind ticked over, calculating the odds he would be abandoned by the Shadows. Possible. But unlikely. There was a greater enemy at the present time.
Anton's Beast had stilled, and the Haunt had no desire to give him any more time. He walked towards the door of the nave and pushed it open from the side, just in case Anton had retained enough sanity to wait behind the door and lash out in that split second. Then he walked in. The Bishop would have already felt Sidor's Beast. He put his faith in God.
"ANTON!" he roared, and his voice seemed to shake the building's foundations as the Dark Miracle wove into his speech. His voice echoed unnaturally, the sound hardly like the Russian Haunt at all, and more like some vengeful demon. "GET ON THE FLOOR!"
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