Noah watched Regina mindlessly descending the stairs, her body gravitating towards them as if she were no different than a soulless, wandering creature.
He thought it was ironic. The energy created by angels corrupted her into a creature that was beyond saving. A creature that was no different than the zombies that wandered the earth now. In some aspects, he felt that her situation was even worse.
Her gaze, like their eyes, showed not even an ounce of intelligence. They were basically hollowed zombies.
The beings that were depicted to be the savior of humanity, the guardians of light, not even they saw Regina as a person worth saving.
The others followed behind her, less than a dozen of them. Their marbled bodies bore no distinction between armor and flesh. Their past selves were unrecognizable from them ever being human.
