Chapter 32: Old Souls
Zathandalous resided atop the fortress’ highest tower, observing the battle raging in the sky. A sullen groan drew Zathandalous’ eyes toward the corridor. Zaros staggered from the shadows, his side pressed against the wall for support and clutching his wounded abdomen. A thick trail of blood smeared along the wall as he ebbed forward.
“They have advanced, sir. They are nearly here. They overpowered me,” Zaros said.
“Are you all right? Where are the others?” Zathandalous replied.
“I don’t know, sir. We dispersed throughout the Sanctuary to dispatch the invaders. I have not heard from any of them in quite some time. Although, Xander has decided to defect. The little bastard.”
“It is a human’s nature. It doesn’t surprise me in the least.” Zathandalous replied. His k
