Chapter 214: B3: C4: Save The Cook 3
The gravity web magic stopped working on the shattered temple. The smashed remains fell back to the cavern floor as hurtling pieces, some as large as trucks, others as large as multistory buildings.
It was a destructive mess, and Zarian was in the middle of it while missing an arm, both legs, and half of his face.
But he had more than enough of him left.
He could physically see with one eye. He could smile. And he had a fist wrapped around the handle of the big black thing that was his new sword.
He was also latched onto a large boulder that was tumbling fast toward the cavern floor. However, he wasn’t the one doing the latching.
That would be Para, who’d grown eight spider legs from his back to do the real latching.
Para was awesome like that, the best article of parasitic clothing and personhood a man could have.
Zarian got to sit happily for a little while, take in the hellish views, and enjoy the ride until something – or someone – tried to rain on his parade.
“YOU BASTARD!” roared the draconic Tarx.