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Higgs jogged down the middle of the deserted street, hardly noticing the bodies strewn here and there by the side of the road. Victims of earlier battles, guards and crafters and Black Robes, humans and dogs. No longer any threat.
‘C’mon!’ He waved impatiently to where Delco and the other Black Robes were crowded together, nervously scanning the road, waiting to be set upon by some hidden enemy. ‘They’re all gone. Or dead. Either way, hurry up!’
They didn’t raise their step above a walk, exhausted and terrified, still in shock from what they had seen and done in the tower, and especially from the shuddering movement of the failed transformations they had found on the ground floor—evidence of what Cortis had planned for them.
Higgs could see they were at their limit, but he urged the
