Sorrow“Chase,” Delsaran whispered as he shook me awake. His fingers gripped my shoulders, and his breath was dry against my face.
I stifled a cry.
Every part of me ached. My neck, my legs, my arms, my chest. My muscles cramped, and my flesh burned. I looked down at my body. Over the sharpest pain, my armour was warped and bulbous.
“They’re gone now,” Delsaran said.
I nodded—speaking still felt too dangerous. I tried to stretch out the knots in my body and straighten my arms and legs—only to pull them back in as the muscles seized.
I breathed and, eventually, the pain passed. I crawled off Delsaran, favouring my left arm. I tried to relax, but I kept glancing toward the archway. I had to know if they were gone. I inched over to the arch. Slowly, the hallway came into view.
It was empt
