ERIS: CHAPTER 45

They thought that was the end of the stream, but unfortunately, the current in this stream was stronger than any they'd ever encountered.

The water surged forward with a vengeance, dragging them through a jagged maze of rocks and tangled tree branches.

The sound of the rushing water roared in their ears, drowning out even their frantic cries.

The icy chill of the water bit into their skin, sharp and unrelenting, as if the stream itself sought to punish them for daring to traverse its path.

She was tired, her arms were weak and flail, the poison made her so numb she could only let the waves carry her around like a leaf in the wind.

Eris barely had time to catch her breath before the current slammed them against a fallen log that had wedged itself between two large boulders.

She could feel the bruises forming on her arms and legs, but there was no time to think about the pain.