Keep Watch~
Brynmohr
Twelvestones
The earth trembled beneath Brynmohr’s boots. A mighty explosion shook the hollow hill. A scorching windblast threw him backward against Nihyllen, sending them both down hard as dirt and rock rained down.
Brynmohr scrambled to his feet and set off at a sprint.
“Vyrdun must have blown the closest munitions first,” he shouted. “One of the smaller ones.”
“How many more?” Nihyllen chased after him.
“Too many!”
He had enough powder stashed away to blast the whole damned hill apart.
Brynmohr took a fork off the passage, a narrow servant’s tunnel that followed the curve of the hill and might buy him precious time. Vyrdun would travel the main corridors, never a servant’s tunnel, not even on a suicide mission to blow Twelvestones into the next cycle.
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