Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dillan’s back burned like the volcanic acid pits found in Lumeria’s wastelands. Three gashes ran down from his shoulder blades to his lower back. Each move he made seemed to stretch the wounds further open. He should have had a fourth one but Lightseeker’s scabbard prevented it. Despite being made of leather, the thing stood up against a minion’s claw. Must be the magic preventing the sword from being drawn. If he hadn’t looked back at the exact moment the creature was reaching for him, he wouldn’t have been able to dodge most of the blow. Thank goodness for battle-honed reflexes. It could have been much worse. So much worse. Bleed out and die kind of worse. Oh, how he wanted Lightseeker in his grip right about now. Running for his life wasn’t exactly how he envisioned this stage going. H
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