Chapter 40 – Their GOD
"God, how much further?" Brandon panted brushing at his goose pebbled flesh that felt almost rubbed raw by the constant caress of cold and the harsh presence of frigid unknown power pressing into him at every second.
"No much longer half-breed..." Eric intoned. The Alchemist was still marching further ahead, the cuffs of his robes dancing around his feet and his hood bouncing on his broad back ash walked. "We are coming to the center of the Bowels very very soon." Suddenly Eric inhaled lustily and lifted his hands into the sky. "I can feel the essence of our Lord intensifying...can't you?"
Our Lord? Well, I can feel something...
Brandon thought silently hiding a shudder. Unwilling to accept the idea that there was some kind of deity sitting down there around one
