Chapter 27
Consciousness dribbled in piece by piece. I couldn’t move, couldn’t open my eyes, unable to do anything to alleviate the pain racking my body. Deafened by the screaming in my head, I begged for the sweet mercy of oblivion.
Hands gripped me, digging into the flesh on my lower legs and dragging me across the ground. Icy fingers poked and nipped at my body; a cold burn left in their wake. Whoever had been dragging me shifted their grip to my ankles and wrenched them up in the air, suspending me upside down. Frozen hands covered my eyes, and when they were removed I could once again see.
I hung over a black chasm, dim light flashing off jagged needles of ice that jutted out of the walls. Nether roiled and swirled among the ice, constantly moving, obscuring what lay at the bottom
