Chapter 5
They approached the next hill, creeping toward the top.
Bassan’s pack threatened to pull him backward. He grabbed the straps and shifted it on his back. The adjustment propelled him forward and he struggled to maintain his balance.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a Tgren desert bike now. Even if I went off a cliff, it would be better than this.
He reached the summit, thankful Zendar and Witz had paused. Straightening his back, Bassan took in the scene before him. More rocky desert hills. And mountains. Much closer than the last time he’d looked, though. They’d made huge progress since yesterday.
“We need to start leaning toward the right,” Zendar said. He pointed to the far side of the mountain range. “We’ll go around there.”
“Great,” Bassan said. “Can we take a quick break?”
