Chapter 21: Waterfall
Emerius grabbed Charon’s shoulder hard. His fingers dug into his skin, even through the robe of the Warden.
"You told me this is a place for the undead. We will find nothing good where that sound is coming from."
Without another word, he turned and began walking towards the waterfall, veering off course from the dark tree.
Momentarily stunned, Charon moved after him.
"Then why are we going towards it?"
"Because, despite my better judgement, there could be others like us trapped here. There is strength in numbers."
The logic made no sense to Charon.
’So he thinks we won’t find anything good, but will still risk exploring it? What kind of plan is that?’
Despite his misgivings, Emerius was already making his way towards the sound, and Charon couldn’t think of a way to convince him otherwise.
They moved through the brush, stepping over plants and branches alike while pushing aside tall grass, leaves, and shrubs. Emerius seemed to have an easier time of it, moving with a grace and agility that did not fit their environment.
Charon, comparatively, moved with the grace of an elephant in a glass factory.
He constantly stepped on branches, stumbled over roots, and hissed with every stray thorn that cut his arm. He did his best to muffle the noises, but he had no experience in stealthily navigating jungles.