[Suzerain of Sheol]

Stumbling along behind Michael, jostled back and forth by the growing crowd, Shealtiel quests delicately with his spiritual senses, not wanting to wear himself down when he'll likely need all his strength -- and, soon. The Dybbuk are closing on the city with inhuman haste.

He thinks again of the city's defense force and their resources. They have enough men that, if mobilized in time, they should be able to hold the city until help can arrive, but if the Dybbuk manage to break through the defenses...

He feels a pang of guilt, realizing that he is planning to abandon these innocent people to death in order to spare himself, when he could do a lot to help in their defense. And yet, he can do more good living through this than dying here. And besides, he may yet get the chance to strike against them.

He wonders if the local Aritificers have many ED Grenades on hand. Likely not, as he hadn't sensed any other practitioners of Sheol in the city, but if there were any to be had, they would be of great use in blunting the assault.

Hopefully everyone here knew that they'd have to burn the bodies as fast as they could. Saint Typasius will be able to help with that, and Acacias, too, if he recovers, but the two of them alone will never be enough, and with the Emim and that Rephaim looming behind the Dybbuk, the Saints may want to conserve themselves.

Not a good situation for Corinth, he judges, all in all.