Chapter 33

Aikkul swept southward with no particular destination in mind. The Norths were soon lost behind him, and now the ghoul-ridden streets of the Lows spread all around. A mist, an almost tactile wavering, came up from the ground, obscuring everything except the few odd-placed streetlights. Aikkul frowned to see the half-dead stalking his streets at their whim, paying him no respect. But there was no time to battle them. Drazhan was waiting for him somewhere in the district, and Aikkul had many a word to share with his half-brother.

First and foremost was Aikkul's ignorance of Drazhan's plans; And he was sure now that they were Drazhan's and not of his father Ardruin. No; Ardruin Drakkul would never have played so open a hand. To have ghouls roaming the streets where every eye could clearly see them was foolishness. Theyeark should be taken first, then subjected to their games.