That would be challenging but with Hestia's help my bullet's can probably do something. Not gonna hold my breath on that hope though, bullets hurt non-heavy good, heavy bad for my bullets. Stepping back, my gun barked as a headless corpse flew by before landing. Grendel was pinning an undead animal herd with a hiss as shadow magic ate at their flesh. Without much ceremony or anything I executed the undead animals without blinking. Monster's are the norm here, God's are the norm, survival is law, so to bat an eye at this stuff would be stupid.

Not saying you shouldn't feel anything about it but you can't get your panties all twisted up. You'll just die in a world like this if you do so

Hestia however seemed to have noticed something as a small trail of fire suddenly appeared. Looking at Grendel she shook her body and trudged along the trail of flames. Following after my companion and the godly guidance for a short bit. We came across an unexpected sight, Hestia had led us to find a cub in a ruined building that was on fire. What had lit the fire was a Chimera cub stranded on some old metal shelves in the building, undead snarling as they tried to grab them. The remains of a larger slowly reanimating Chimera turning from its usual vibrant color to that of a Corrupted Undead.

'She gave her life for her child after traveling into these lands to find a home. She knew the Hearth was still pure thus told her child should she fall to the corrupt God's to light a fire praying for family. Monster's…. Aren't all that different from Human's, Demi-God's, God's, and other races now in this world. Put her to rest and take care of the cub please?'

Hearing the quiet echoes of Hestia's voice in my head I whistled a shrill sound while firing a shot at the older Chimera. Blowing one of its heads apart, Grendel with a growl pounced and started thrashing the other undead while I focused on the mother. Firing quickly I killed the snake tail that was ready to strike as the body got up. A good amount of her was just gone, devoured, the corruption dripping from wherever the corrupt husk ate at her flesh. The last remaining head that's partly been eaten snarled at me before it sports a new hole. The undead Chimera dropping, not suffering any longer, not putting her cub in danger, no longer risking them being forced to watch her fate.

Grendel skulked to me with a sad hissing squeak for the mother. Looking up towards the cub I gesture my hand towards them creating shadow stairs for the cub. The cub understandably hesitated at the shadow stairs but came down slowly. It knew, it knew what happened to its mother…. Yet was just relieved she didn't TRULY become what lurked here. Letting the cub have time to mourn me and Grendel silently stood around.

May not of known or cared for the duo, but Hestia had heart of gold to help them. Us? We have a goal but even then seeing how damned this world is. It doesn't hurt to give others some help and mercy… it makes us better than the ones causing this. After maybe an hour I gently picked up the big cub holding, him, against my chest armor then we got a move on. Night was approaching, we must take shelter before then or we'll meet something nasty. Buying a Greek Incendiary Grenade from Hummingbird regardless of the cost of what I had earned. I holstered my gun and tossed the grenade behind us right next to the mother.

"May the Hearth give you respite. Your cub will be safe with the Hunting Hearth."

A rough day but also a rather tame day all in all pretty much. Ducking into an overturned military APC that could carry fifty-six men. I closed the doors and set up camp while setting the cub down against Grendel who curled up. A little cramped in here but it'll do for a temporary camp and home.