It had been three days since the lykoi had hit them, three days since Antonius’ dream. As he walked, Antonius thought back to the vivid memories of his first battle, the first lives he had taken in the green spring of his life as a man of the legions.
He had killed so much and so easily since that first encounter with the immortui that he no longer noticed the spray of blood across his face, or the slip of viscera beneath his booted feet.
At that moment, as he walked over boulders and moss-covered logs, among the pine trees, he was only aware of what he had left behind.
Vera would love the fresh pine smell in the mountains, he thought, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs.
“Wait!” Sabinus hissed, his hand out to stop Antonius getting closer. “Get down.”
They crouched, their scuta pr
