Chapter Thirty-Two
Destiny's PathFey clawed at the riverbank, coughing and spluttering water. He gasped and heaved as he attempted to heft himself up the steep bank, his hands slipping in the thick sucking mud. Reaching out he grasped a root, his slick hand threatening to slip as he kicked and slid in the earth. The water's forceful manipulation had saturated the normally dry banks, and the frosted ground had drank the frigid fluids hungrily.
A downward glance reminded him the currents had not yet calmed, and his grip tightened, fearing he would lack the energy to fight the currents and undertow again. For a moment he stopped struggling, his limbs burning from his fight to reach safety. Those few seconds felt too long for his tired muscles, but they were enough to allow him to begin the
