Chapter Seventy-FiveOnce the chamber was clean, the urge to scrub left my body, taking with it all my strength. How long had it been? How long since I last ate, drank or slept? The need to refuel were all there, somewhat muted, the anxiety of what my future held causing those basic needs to seem irrelevant.
“Come on,” I told Crozelle, throwing the bucket and the sponge into the hole. I led Crozelle through the passageways, the battle-cries getting louder the closer we got to the War-cavern.
The first of the fight we came upon was in one of the side-caves, where a were and a witch fought back to back, surrounded by minions whose only concern was their next meal. The smell of blood and sweat was stronger here, as well as the burnt smell of ozone. Zantry was near. My heart kicked into a gal
