Chapter 22. Prince of Babylon

“The worst battle to fight is the one with your flesh..."

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“Take the city!” Several voices echo just before the familiar sound of the horn rings out. I trace the sound and sight Zebedee on top of the wall, holding the large horn with one hand and an axe in the other. I see the enemy troops jumping off to their deaths at the sight of him—a better choice for an easy death than facing the wrath of a Neem and a host of Amorite cannibals.

“Victory is ours!” Cheers trail the space as the enemy begins to flee the battlefield. My stare meets Karen’s again. Her appearance is stale, and the sound of victory does not lighten her mood. Instead, her chest rises and falls heavily, an indication that her wrath is heightened.

After staring at me for a while that seemed like forever, she whips around, lifting her blade. “Kobaaayaaassh!” She attacks the retreating soldiers.<