Chapter Eight Hundred And Four – 804
Primeval Drift is level 82!
Archie walked free of another jar, carrying two more wheezing bodies atop his shoulders. He stumbled to a stop as his ears started working again and whipped his head to the side. He blinked. A firehose the size of a waterslide was being blasted off from a…glowing guy?
What the hell happened? I was gone for like two seconds!
Zennick shone like a cracked glowstick, and Archie could see the guy's skull beneath his skin. It was as intimidating as it was gross. Harn was trapped, held up by the deluge of the Overlord’s power, and the wall was starting to crack.
Jesus. What should I do?
The people over his shoulders slipped, and Archie tightened his grip on them. They were slick with whatever mixture was inside the refinement jars and smelled awful—but they were alive. Archie swallowed. I gotta keep moving. Harn’ll survive, but these people won't.
He took a step, ready to reactivate his Primeval Drift, when the Kobolds caught his eye.
Kevin was running across the chamber, his sickle swinging at the end of its chain.
You idiot!