Chapter 35: What Gods Wish For

Zeltina’s footsteps melted away. Mialtros kept her eyes on the waterfall anyway.

“How do you feel?”

Groaning, Mewl’s back legs twitched.

'Like I got hit by Zaratheult’s tail. I think I cracked my ribs and shoulder. D**n if it doesn’t hurt.'

Letting the bow fade into her arm, Mialtros reached behind her and peeled shards of stone from her back.

“I thought Telfier was dangerous but….he’s a wild animal compared to Zeltina. We’re gonna need a plan.”

Dragging himself from the debris, Mewl cracked his shoulder back in place.

'Pray to whatever is left of the Gods we don’t end up dead. That’s my plan.'

Morbid but fair.

“That all ya got? I don’t think praying’s gonna be much help if we don’t know what we’re gonna do. She’s probably got the same kinda machine Telfier does somewhere. From what she said, she’s got Xiathia’s essence running through her too.”

Mewl leapt to the table and bowed.