Anthony was dead.
The leader of the Cavers was visibly upset. He barked out commands in his foreign tongue.
Blodwyn’s first rose into the air. He spat words directed at the leader. His first shook the entire time he spoke. The anger drained what energy he had left. His head dropped forward, chin to chest.
The leader said something else. It was short, and to the point.
Blodwyn whispered. “We are free to go.”
Mykal stood. The Cavers backed away from him. None of them expected the young man to defeat their champion. His magic demanded fear and respect. They continued tapping the ends of their spears on the rocks.
“Karyn, you’ve got to help Blodwyn,” Mykal said.
Coil noted, “He’s not looking good.”
“I’m okay,” Blodwyn said, though covered in sweat.
Mykal glared at the leader, seething
