Judas, Evenor, Williams and Joachim scrambled along the coastal path that was etched into the cliffside. The trails were narrow and filled with small rocks, so they stumbled and staggered along it. At times it felt like that they were trying to run with handcuffs attached to their ankles.
Joachim led the way. The sun had continued to shine, and visibility was good, but the boy was fading before their eyes. His energy levels were great, and he pushed on at a great pace, leading them along secret pathways and through small caves. But it was undeniable; his form was getting less and less solid, his outline was blurring. At first Judas thought that this might just be how he looked in daylight, but Williams, who was just behind him, was still bulky and clearly visible. He wasn’t going to menti
