Chapter 10
It was hard to know where one stood in a sport where fatally physical violence was quite literally the name of the game.
They were all, moving at a run. The din of the volcano’s rumblings and slow receding waters were broken by the sound of howls and catcalls. Rachelle’s glare was frozen in place, her fists clenching and unclenching.
Nati patted her on the back but it had no effect. The pair walked until they reached an area without so much as a tree branch. A pure black river bed, fifty to eighty meters wide, filled with nothing but black ash, tar and white crystals.
Nati stepped ahead of Rachelle and dropped to her knees to look closer.
“These are those glass rivers you were talking about right Avu?”
Avu nodded.
“Have you ever tried to dam it?”
“It’s too big, all we ha
