Magat and I were running across the giant Kraken's dissolving corpse. In the middle of the ocean. Shrouded in the darkness of the night.
Lyana and Amias was still nowhere to be seen over the mess of rising bubbles, splashing water, and whirling dark smoke. The air stank of death and rottenness. Once I slung the Angel's sword over my shoulder, the Angelic strength that had flooded me earlier vanished and was replaced with a creeping sense of dread.
"Huntress!" I yelled into the night, eyes darting wildly while I ran like Hell was chasing us. "Amias! Where are you?"
I spotted the familiar shape, barely visible in the darkening sea. Lyana was wading through the dissolving flesh, holding up a limping Amias with the other arm.
"Amias!" I yelled again and broke into a run.
"Go help her!" M
