NINETEEN
Preparation
She was exhausted by the time they returned to the camp. The muscles in her legs ached due to their over-extended workout, though she reminded herself that the incessant throbbing was preferable to drowning. Whilst most of her comrades had fared better, largely due to their increased height, Ralith was not among them – the Lost Knight continued to clutch his injured shoulder. Both Darlia and Danika assisted the knight in dressing the wound, but it was clear from the discolouration around the puncture mark that Ralith’s wound was infected.
‘Loredan will patch you up, when we get out of here – just hold on.’ said Nathanar, trying to raise the injured knight’s spirits.
‘Everyone, get some sleep. When we awake, we are leaving the labyrinth!’
After giving the order
