chapter eight
Into The Depths
Being on the mend without Gritch to slow him down, Drake moved with much greater speed despite the continuous throbbing and tiredness wearing upon him. Drake’s staff tapped out a steady rhythm as if keeping time to some unheard melody that had nothing to do with goblish throat music. His mind churned with thoughts of what lay ahead, and he prepared himself.
The pain was as nothing in comparison to his mission.
Drake arrived at his destination sooner than he had anticipated, having grown used to the pace set by Gritch in the forest.
Whisperwood loomed before him. Its massive ancient trees were tightly packed in and overflowing without a sapling in sight.
It brought back a lot of memories of his father and sister.
An all-too-familiar yet inhuman voice cut
