EIGHT
Pawn
‘I do not like it.’ said Heldran sternly, whose voice reminded him of distant thunder rumbling across the horizon.
‘Neither do I, but what choice do we have?’
They peered gingerly over the edge of a giant crack in the broken landscape, their bodies pressed flat against the dusty ground. Silently, they watched as their prey loitered beneath them in the shadow of the precipice, unsure as to whether or not the seemingly oblivious soul stealer was aware of their presence.
‘We do not know how many more of those things are down there.’ said Heldran in a low voice, after withdrawing slowly from the precipice.
‘It is alone – we may never get another shot at this.’ he replied passionately, whilst he too withdrew from the edge of the broken landscape.
‘If we go down there, we could
