The West Team
Oh thank God, it had worked...barely, but it had worked. Ben followed up with something that destroyed the launchers, and as Drake sagged into the wall the gates burst open. "Go...I'll be...right behind you..." he gasped, waving them ahead. Holy magic wasn't the easiest power to wield even when the caster's faith was unshakable. When Drake was far more skeptical than he'd been five years ago, it was a miracle he'd managed it at all, and the effort had left him weak. Though...his curse didn't feel like it was about to kick in. Which was both excellent and concerning at the same time, as the fighting was going to go on for a while...an attack now, before he joined the fray, would have been a better option by far than the one where he froze in place while fighting. Still, he wasn't about to let Lilith, Guido, and the others get themselves killed because he wasn't there to help watch their backs. Hoisting his axe and staff, the alchemist hurried after the others. They were going to get through this, he still could feel that certainty of knowledge running through him.