Chapter 19: Different types of beast
Arah’s head throbbed. It pulsed like a war drum behind his eyes.
His body rocked gently, swaying with the rhythm of something beneath him. He blinked slowly, trying to focus. The wooden ceiling above him creaked softly, and the faint sound of wheels rolling against dirt filled his ears.
He was moving.
Arah sat up with a jolt, confused. He was in a carriage. A dull blanket was tossed over his legs. Across from him sat Iane, with his legs crossed casually.
"Oh, you’re awake!" Iane grinned as he turned toward him.
Arah stared at him. "What... what happened?"
The last thing he remembered was the fight. The Dark Hunter. His spear cutting off its arm. Terent’s blade killing it, then, and then—
Nothing.
"Ah, memory loss," Iane said with a small chuckle. "Expected, honestly, but still, you’ve got quite a resistant body. I thought you’d be out for a couple more hours. It’s barely been two."
He gestured casually beside Arah.
Terent lay on the carriage floor, curled on his side. His breathing was shallow and slow. His face was pale, too.