Chapter 76

Olephia walked along her path. The lake again. She angrily clicked her tongue. Where were the sheep? She was sure she had not missed them, but locations where starting to repeat.

7.5%. 7.4%. 7.3%.

Raymond stared up at the graph as Isaiah entered the monitoring centre again. He looked over the scientists, most of them were drunk, a few had managed to bless themselves with sleep. Isaiah stared at them, then moved to Raymond. Hard brown eyes stared at the scientist, the guard was dirty. His armour and hands were slick with oil. Dark rings were under his eyes, the greatsword had been ditched somewhere. "I have bad news." That was all the guard had.

"What now?" Raymond asked. This is what he got for participating every night in the drinking matches. Now with a bottle and a half down, he was only groggy. The screen at the front was a better sobering medicine than anything he had ever taken. He glanced at it again. 7.1%.