21
A ceiling of thick, gray clouds hung over the plains. The vast expanse of grassland seemed to go on forever, trees dotting the landscape here and there. From her perch atop one of the easternmost buildings, Desa kept an eye on the horizon.
Five days.
Five days had passed without incident since their arrival in Ofalla. She was starting to grow restless. What was Hanak Tuvar waiting for? Why didn’t it just attack? No doubt the creature had lingered in New Beloran, eating its fill of anyone who had not escaped the city. The thought turned Desa’s stomach, but she pushed her way through it to focus on the implications.
How long would it take to eat ten thousand people? Fifteen thousand? She had to figure that her group wasn’t the only one to escape. There had to have been other people wh
