Chapter 92
The world continues to shake, as though some giant is tossing it from hand to hand. With each violent jolt, fissures explode through the endless tunnels like cracking glass, raining shards of stone. Plugging the humid air with powdery dust that clogs my lungs, making me hack and heave.
I don’t falter, sprinting north through the warren of reeking dungeons I’ve been handled through so many times the path is chiseled on my soul.
Unlike every other time, the cells are overburdened with folk screaming for help, many bashing their food pans against the bars. Arms pushed through, hands snatching the air.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take me long to come across a pair of Arkyn’s masked guards charging through the tunnel, flaming torches in hand, bellowing for the prisoners to shut the fuck up.
They’re so busy belting out orders, using batons to smash reaching fingers, they don’t hear me approach.
Probably don’t even register my presence until they’re dropping to the ground with broken necks.
Everyone in the nearby cells falls into a watchful silence as I search the guards’ cloaks. “Free as many as you can,” I say, tossing one of two plundered keychains into the most convenient cell.
A young null catches it, wide green eyes peering out at me from the darkness. An older female behind her asks, “Do you know what’s happening up there?”
“The moons are falling.”
I don’t stick around for the words to hit.