Jack no longer felt the same about skin burns. Only a day ago, he would have said that the burning was worst thing he had ever experienced, and yet, at that moment, he was happy to feel it. It meant he had not been killed.
Shaking his head, though, Jack knew he couldn’t just stay there. He grabbed the slightly slashed cloak and got moving.
When he finally caught up with Sprinkle and Lateef, they were as welcoming as he hoped.
“Kid!!” Sprinkle yelled, hopping to him.
Jack crouched down to hug Sprinkle. “Hello again.”
Lateef looked genuinely relieved to see him well. “How, Jack?”
Jack smiled, a bit out of it.
“It seems I have gotten good at swinging this thing,” he said, palming his hand on the pommel of his sword. “But honestly, it was not my fighting skill. I just really… in the m
