Chapter 11
“Give us this day the daily manna, without which, in this rough desert, he backward goes, who toils most to go on.” Canto XI, lines 13-15.
I was scared, but more fed up with the fact that I was going to die in this dark underground tunnel where no one could find me. Keres were well known in the underworld, and I wasn’t surprised that one of them had chosen the old abandoned tunnels to feed on human blood in the cross worlds.
I focused on my energy, as the waves of diabolical power collided inside me, rushing through my spine. My hands were sparkling and it soon became clear that my own source of power affected the supernatural being, pumping her with sources beyond my control. The Keres circulated near me. Her feet were a couple of inches above the ground. She took a long his
