Chapter Thirteen
SinkingIF THE FIRST PART of their journey was tiring, the second half was thoroughly exhausting. They had nowhere near as far to travel as they had between the facility and Eradi's camp, but it was made twice as hard by the terrain. Soren wished they still had their horses, but when they had travelled by Eradi's cart they had left the horses behind. The loose sand beneath their feet was so fine that with every step they sunk deeper into the grains, and it took extra effort to yank their feet back out again.
Soren felt much better than he had on the way to Eradi's camp, but now his calves and thighs burned with the exertion. In his training sessions with Raven, he'd been forced to do hundreds upon hundreds of exercises that strained his muscles to their very limit, so he
