Chapter 46. Beloved Brother

“…You know that even we and our army of Mountain Men are no match for Meizza and his White Neems. He will come for us, and with this bond, we have just sealed our death sentence. You know the law.”

--Karen

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Soothing heat from a bonfire brushes my skin as I sit under the dark clouds, deep in the dry forest where we have made camp. Staring blankly at the flames, I see how the logs of wood morph into red-hot coal, a transformation that tells my story without words.

It has been years since my first battle at the Crypts Of Bane, where it all began. And until now, I’m still not home. Presently, we are two days away from Perth after traveling several months in the desert.

The large barrels of crude we carried from Babylon slowed us down, as dragging heavy carriages along while plodding through seas of hot sand proved to be a diffe