Chapter 87: The Central Registry
"If we can sneak up close enough, Coal can distract him, and I can unsummon him as we jump through," Greldo whispered as they sat huddled together.
Irwin nodded, staring helplessly at Lamia. Her breathing had become more laborious, and she was shaking and shivering uncontrollably.
"Let's go," he whispered.
"Alright," Greldo whispered as he turned to Coal.
After a few moments, the massive hound snuck away.
"Be quiet, don't kick against any loose rock or something," Greldo whispered.
Irwin rose and quickly followed the other two.
Calm down! he ordered himself. If he made a mistake that drew that demon, whatever it was, its attention, they might all die.
Taking a deep breath, he took a look at Lamia and nodded. He was doing the best he could.
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She probably won't make it, Daubutim thought as he took a quick look at Lamia.
She was draped across Irwin's arms like a rag, and from the way she was twitching, he was sure her body was in shock. He quickly went through the things he knew on how to handle these things, but like the first time he did, he couldn't find anything they could do right now: putting her down, letting her rest, and raising her arm, none were something they could do at this moment.