Chapter 59: Break & Enter III
“I still think I’d like to ride a flying broom.”
“And you’re thinking to say this now, when we’re about to risk death countless times in a mad endeavour?”
“Analysis: Aerodynamic efficiency of flying implement: decent, but improvements possible. Solution: Remove broom head.”
“Unacceptable. Then it ceases to be a flying broom and might as well be a flying pole, who wants to ride that?” Orodan asked.
“Who wants to ride a flying broom?” she countered.
“The witches of that forest, they have good taste,” Orodan replied. “Anyhow, we can sweep this discussion under the rug. Lot of furry soldiers standing guard. I believe they’re called werewolves. Fought one once, they seem like good warriors.”
“They also possess keen senses and can sniff us from miles away,” Zaessythra added. “The sound bubble I’ve conjured is the only reason we can speak so freely.”
The three moons of Narictus were high in the sky, shining down upon the world of eternal night as usual, and it illuminated the gigantic structure before them.
Grand, haunting and magnanimous, with an aura of terror that was palpable. This was how Orodan would describe the Palace of the Eternal Moon, even from a distance. Its tall towers ended in sharp and jagged spires and upon these towers many stone statues of a weird, winged beast were arrayed. Yet, Vision Of Purity told him that these statues were no inert things and from a distance he could see tens of thousands of bats dominating the skies above the structure, congregating and patrolling in massive swarms.