chapter ten
Unveiled
Shrill cascades of goblin laughter rang out through the forest below. Gritch darted between trunks with an agility born of goblish malice and mischief, his form weaving in and out of shadows like some deformed dancer performing a queer jig for its solitary audience.
Drake pursued relentlessly. Each step still sent jolts of pain lancing through his injured legs, despite the aid of the sword. He gritted his teeth and pressed forward, driven by primal fury that burned hot in his chest.
“You chase me,” Gritch called out, voice laced with amusement while glancing back over the shoulder, “but I am the wind in your sails!”
Drake ignored the taunt. Roots snaked across the path like twisted limbs reaching out to trip the unwary traveler, while low-hanging branches bore d
