CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
A tree branch scooped Cyrus up and carried him through the pear darkness. Though he couldn’t see, he sensed the presence of other rats along the giant structure.
Were they Zane, Henry, and Jenae? He didn’t know why, but in some strange, sick, and twisted way, he knew they were with him in this place.
The branch deposited him on the surface he had been on before.
He got to work again, gnawing in rhythm with Murgalen's song. It calmed him amidst the uncertainty, and the only thing he could think of was digging his incisors into weaknesses in the magic. The links weren’t hard; just stubborn, zapping him every now and again. And every time he ripped a hole in it, the intoxicating scent of human skin spiraled into his nose. He couldn't stop chewing, couldn't stop sniffing t
