Chapter 13
“What did you…huh…where are we?”
Romulus glanced around. The sand under his feet rustled as he attempted to regain his bearings. A gentle breeze floated through the air, bringing a soft scent of iron and sulfur.
Remus clapped a hand on his shoulder, spinning him around. “Looks like we’re here.”
He pointed down to the dunes, where the walls of Deyu lay before them.
“But what was she saying?”
Romulus’ hand still outstretched towards the missing presence of the shaman.
Gripping his brother across his shoulders, Remus pulled him under his arm, punching him.
“We’ve got seven days, remember? Seven days to destroy every enemy they throw at us in the arena and get back.”
Flexing his newly restored hand, Romulus held it up in the morning sky as a sudden bellowing emanated from t
