CHAPTER 151

Hazel sat uncomfortably beside Atlas, on a makeshift throne that was carried by four of his dragons, as they hovered over the portal, to watch everything unfold. Hazel cringed internally, as she saw demons of all forms and kind crawl out of the portal hole to earth, ready for the war, with the blue moon and the twirling portal as the only source of light. They swarmed like angry ants on the ground, and even in the dark Hazel could see their teeth glinting dangerously in their predatory grins. She shuddered involuntarily. Her hands felt sweaty and cold at once, despite the warm evening wind that was blowing against her skin from one side of the portal. She couldn't believe this was really happening. Her fingers gripped the fabric of her tunic tightly. If the battle went wrong, well, there would be chaos. Hazel bit her lip and looked up nervously towards Atlas. He stood impassively, staring down through his golden eyes into the portal, as if he were studying some sort of e