Chapter 38: Salvation

DURRI'S POV

When he woke, Durri felt strange.

Noise hissed in his ears.

The night sky glimmered above him.

He felt... sad.

Wait, that was not the sky. It was a cavern roof, far above. Glittering gem-flecks hung there, but they were not stars.

Durri slowly sat up.

There was darkness all around, except for above.

Yet, the tiny pricks of light were enough for his golem eyes to work. They amplified the light, adding black-and-white grain to his vision in a way that they had not previously when he, as a golem, walked around at night.

Durri held his hands before his face.

Yes, 'hands.'

Though he had lost them.

In... what had happened?

He remembered Shudon screaming, Hudson roaring, Gus bleeding in a ragged heap on the ground.

He remembered Jedebiah dying.

The hands currently mounted on Durri's wrists were not made of clay, but cold metal. Smaller than his clay hands had been. Yet, when he flexed his fingers, they responded.