SIX: THE NEW WORLD
The pain was excruciating. The only way the situation could get any worse was if he started to excrete that weird black blood from his hands. They were dry – he checked. There was no sign of the tell-tale clanking of cogs in his head or the feeling of ropes on his skin. At least he had that going for him. After taking such a massive fall, he was surprisingly composed and lucid. Was this the calm before the storm? He hoped not.
Striding towards Blott, Tobias inspected him, sword at the ready. Blott’s hood covered his head. He peered through the gap between the edge of his hood and the ground. With Tobias standing so close, all he could see of him was the shadow from his intimidating stature and the bottom of his boots just inches from his bloodied face. He needed to com
