Lilliad Chapter 42 (draft)
Added 2022-05-31 20:32:59 +0000 UTCLorit clenched his teeth and braced himself. The sickly feeling from before was rising in his belly, and ringing in his ears.
The bundle began to shake and unfold on the ground, quickly gaining mass and muchness that a simple cloth bundle should never have possessed.
Lorit felt sick to his stomach. He’d brought this monster in. It couldn’t have gotten in without him. And if this necromancer did get hold of the body of a god, he would have doomed countless people to the fates of the twice-slaughtered corpses on the ground of the valley below.
He drew his sword, reassured by the sound that indicated Benk had done the same.
“I have always wanted to fight in a holy place.” Igni said, far too cheerfully for the occasion.
