Chapter 15
Kenna
“How acidic is it, exactly?” Ken asked as they began the final leg of their journey on foot. Indonesian men hauling large baskets of yellow rock passed them by as though they didn’t exist. Their faces were covered with rags, and they looked like walking skeletons. All skin and muscle. Coated in dust. Grunting in pain.
The sulfur gas smelled like rotten eggs.
She raised an eyebrow. “More than most could handle.”
“Which is?”
“About the same as the acid in a car battery.” She wrinkled her nose at the unpleasant smell. For Odessa, the toxic gas proved little more than an irritation. A discomfort. It could kill any of the people here if not for their meager precautions. “But it won’t matter for you. The stone will protect you, and it will tell the others that you are ther
