Tahir moved through the tunnel, holding a lit torch out in front of him to light his way. It wasn’t so deep underground as to hide from the screams that came down from up above. Even to him, Anunnaki using their voices was an eerie sound, especially as they were dying.
He moved quicker, surrounded by warriors both in front and behind him, the ones loyal to him anyway. They paused at an intersection. In the front of the line, a warrior kicked at a short man they had shackled between them. He yelped and then said reluctantly, Left. Tahir was glad he hadn’t killed Hunar as well. He had proved his usefulness over the last seven years, whether he enjoyed his participation or not. The procession started down the left hall.
Left.The man had dared speak out against him in public. It took less ef
