Chapter 39: Crossing the Chasm

“There’s so many of them,” Aisling murmurs. “We could distract one, but not this many.”

She’s right. The undead are milling around the bridge in flocks, close to a hundred of them, maybe more. They don’t seem very threatening at the moment, except for the ghastly moans that come from their throats, but Selmas knows that as soon as they spot the five of them, they’ll become a swarm, and even a slow swarm can be deadly.

He cranes his neck to look down into the chasm that they have to bridge, but immediately forgets about trying and crossing it using a different method. There’s no way they can get from one side to the next without crossing the bridge; they’ll either fall to their deaths, or be roasted alive by the hot steam that wafts up from the glowing lava below.

“Oh, Aiam,” Jigen swears. “Look.”