there's light at the edge of the darkness
Standing on the other side of the small gap, Loren nodded as Deimos widened it. Stepping back, the healer waited for the other two men to move through the now larger opening. When they were through, he turned to lead the group further into the caves.
Frowning at Noah's explanation, the Firebrand shrugged. "They're cultists of the Eirachi as far as we know. No idea if we got all them or what their plans are." He didn't comment on Neron or Zariah or the Deepfrost goddess, but Loren's shoulders tensed.
Taking a left at the next fork, he brought them to a small chasm. "Deimos, think you can bridge this?" The healer raised his arms, freezing the wicked looking icicles on the ceiling so they wouldn't fall like they did last time.
As he did, a familiar sounding cackle echoed ahead of them. Jaw dropping, he spun to face deeper into the tunnels, blood draining from his face. "No. No it can't be, she's, she's dead." But he hadn't seen the corpse, and Zariah's mad laughter was unmistakable.
Frowning at Noah's explanation, the Firebrand shrugged. "They're cultists of the Eirachi as far as we know. No idea if we got all them or what their plans are." He didn't comment on Neron or Zariah or the Deepfrost goddess, but Loren's shoulders tensed.
Taking a left at the next fork, he brought them to a small chasm. "Deimos, think you can bridge this?" The healer raised his arms, freezing the wicked looking icicles on the ceiling so they wouldn't fall like they did last time.
As he did, a familiar sounding cackle echoed ahead of them. Jaw dropping, he spun to face deeper into the tunnels, blood draining from his face. "No. No it can't be, she's, she's dead." But he hadn't seen the corpse, and Zariah's mad laughter was unmistakable.
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