Chapter 92. Weed Out the Bad

“I was a wee bit busy killing witches, my pet. Do you want to add a wolf to the death toll?” Leyanne snaps right back with a salacious smile, and I wave my hands at them in a ‘shhh’ motion to calm the brewing hostility. My eyes now locked on the fruits of her labor.

With this new light, I look down to see the clear way to go and realize how high we are and how narrow those walkways are. In the dark, it was not so terrifyingly steep because we couldn’t see how far a fall it would be. In the light, it’s a deep and crazy long hollow that stretches beyond the imagination, yet the dazzle still makes it down from this impressive hole that is still crumbling wider from the witch’s magic to let more in.

The screams and burning smell of flesh catching fire soon fill the air with clogging thick smoke that makes us choke and gasp and pull back as winged creatures crash from wall to wall to escape. Their panic is their demise, writhing in burning agony with scolding light. They fly