Chapter B4C60 - Ascension
Tyron slumped down at the bloodstained workbench, heaving in breaths.
“It’s strange. I almost can’t remember what it felt like to be out of breath,” Filetta observed from the doorway. “I haven’t even been dead that long… have I? My sense of time isn’t what it used to be.”
“No, you haven’t been dead that long,” Tyron rasped. “I think dying… has some effect on your consciousness… and perception of… the world.”
“Stop talking, you sound like a dying fish. Was it really necessary to run all the way here?”
The journey through the sewers took them through a long and winding path through crumbling tunnels and rank pipes. Under normal circumstances, it was a trip that took hours, but that was time that Tyron couldn’t afford.
He took several more deep breaths to steady his breathing.
“By now, they know my shop is connected to the city’s sewer, and soon they’ll put together that I worked at the Red Tower. I have to move quickly before they can start to track me down.”
Right now, he was in the underground workshop beneath the warehouse within which his butchers had been hard at work.
The ghosts would work as a delay, certainly, but he couldn’t count on them to achieve much. Spirits were far from indestructible, even if they couldn’t be harmed by unenchanted weapons. If any had escaped to roam wild through Shadetown, he hoped that the near desertion of the market district would avoid too many suffering needlessly. The people he was after were inside the walls, not out of them.