Chapter Fourteen
PlaneLut and Fyn hunted amongst the remains of ten astaren[20]. Their guardians, the Uri’el, shrieked and shrieked their distress. Fyn stepped over the spongy remains of a skull, and signaled Lut to follow. He did, keeping his eyes on Fyn’s back — not looking down. The sight of the ruptured visage would likely make him vomit again. Lut clutched his abdomen with his free hand, trying not to picture the head, not to smell the vile scent of decay. But his imagination did the work far better than his eyes, and he doubled over in a fit of nausea. Fyn did not look back.
They left the shrieks behind, and Fyn stopped, waiting for Lut to catch up. “All right, lad?”
Lut nodded bleakly, though in truth he felt anything but. He took a deep breath to calm his queasiness and wiped th
