CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Rozol crashed in an empty field in his human form, creating a crater, silver blood still running from his neck. He fell face first on landing, seconds later he rolled onto his back and groaned. Rozol still couldn’t believe that a spirit had come to the aid of humans at all. Especially one that looked like that.
“Damn,” he said to himself as he weakly stood up and did his best to pull himself out of the crater that he had created. He stood on the edge and realized that there was no one else here. Not even anything that looked like a building. “So much potential and the gods wasted all of it by making so much empty space, pathetic,” he said to himself and started to walk through the field.
It wasn’t more than just a few minutes before he came to a road. He looked to the le
