Don’t attack them if they want to lift rocks off me, please.
I wished I could see what Damas saw. This scenario made no sense to me.
I’m moving off to the side as well—they wouldn’t come close until I did so—but I’m watching them carefully. If they start pushing the rocks down on you, I’ll attack them.
I appreciate that.
Scuffs, scrapes, and grinding noises came through from above. So did a familiar stench. Apparently, it was so powerful that it could ooze through the dirt and microscopic gaps between the rocks.
A pinprick of light broke through next, not in the little passage where I was but back in the larger chamber. By the time I scooted in there, the pinprick had turned into a head-sized beam, sunlight filtering down through the gap and the forest canopy above.
As I inched close
