Chapter 9 A Trail Of Blood

The darkness encroached upon Kael like a noxious fume, the air around the boy pregnant with the smell of body matter. His muscles screamed with agony as the weird elixir performed its twisted magic: healing his wounds at unnatural speed. But it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. He was sore from the brutal beating he had taken, but he knew in his mind the fight was not over. That the true nightmare was only getting started. Footsteps again, deliberate, slow, reverberating off the shattered walls of the ruined city. Kael's hand tightened around his sword, the steel still stained with blood. He could hear them now, the killers drawing near, their whispers like icy drafts against his neck.