CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The surface of the black ocean is serene under my feet. Then a shadow blots out a chunk of the fiery skies. It’s a flying creature reminiscent of a turkey vulture, only covered in mucus and brimming with pustules and claws.
A bracelet on my wrist elongates into an eight-foot-long furry spear with a sharp fang-like tip.
The vulture screeches something. An odd intuition tells me it’s doing its best to say something that to normal ears would sound like, “The master hates you!”
The vulture dives.
I thrust my spear out.
A claw pierces my shoulder, causing searing pain. I instantly feel faint, but I fight it.
If I pass out, I’ll bleed to death.
At least the creature has paid dearly for its bold attack. In the process of getting to me, it shish-kebabbed itself on the spe
