Chapter 90

Abakwa sighed in his office. Was there even a point? Igos had twelve million people. It was surrounded by jungle, the only way out was through sea and air? How many could be evacuated in a week? A hundred thousand?

And how was he supposed to pick them?

Fer roared as her feet start to burn. In this pitch-black darkness, she couldn't see as far as her own nose. The cave seemed to stretch on forever, that smell of family was straight ahead. Fer jumped high, felt the skin on her feet regenerate and then splashed back into the acid mixture at the bottom. She grit her teeth, the first howl had been more out of surprise rather than anything, and sniffed the air.

Very close now. Very close indeed.