CHAPTER 23
Drown waved his flaming blade with rage. The blow fused the armor and cleaved the flesh of one of the soldiers, cutting him from clavicle to side in one fell swoop. The truncated torso fell forward, as the rest of his body slowly slumped to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
They were inside the rest stop where the fugitives were meant to be captured. Doka realized he was trembling. Barely able to control his bladder, he wet his pants. That blow was meant for him, but the wrath of that frightful being, albeit furious, hadn’t fully clouded his judgment. The dark apprentice had taken out his rage on the poor soldier, knowing that Doka was too precious an element for locating the fugitives… at least for the time being. Doka raised his eyes, attempting to keep a
