Book Two: Chapter 97

“It looks just like the sex grenade.” He watched as one of the last pair of mating centaurs tried to escape the smoke, the woman hopping forward with the man still thrusting into her.

“Won’t work like it. That cloud will hover for a bit and then drift down toward the valley. Eventually someone will get caught in it and realize it’s just an illusion, so we should probably get going.” Ratu took Mike by the hand and started up the trail. “Let’s go.”

They fled up the hill, ignoring the occasional cry of terror that drifted over the mountain. Mike couldn’t tell if the screams had stopped or they were now too far away to hear anything as the trail ascended into the mountain, boxing them in. They came to a crossroads and Zel took them to the left up a winding trail that looked very unused and washed out in a few areas. Crude signs warned intruders to go back, but they disregarded them and trudged forward.

Soon, they got to a path that led farther up the mountain, but Zel