Chapter 33
Descent
I followed the back of the Trumpeter of Rest, my mind racing.
Could it be that he noticed I took the orb that emitted divinity from the head of the Ragged Giant? Or perhaps he realized that I'm a worshiper of the Evil God? Since the Trumpeter of Rest appeared, I hadn't revealed any divinity related to corruption. How could he know?
'Kill!'
My mother's voice stirred, whispering to strike him now while he's walking unguarded, reminding me that the one who strikes first always wins.
The Trumpeter of Rest stopped walking.
I tightened my grip on the Froststeel sword's hilt, ready to draw it if needed.
"He comes."
A short statement, but the weight of it was far from light. Darkness crept up over the white mask. It crawled across the mask before falling back down. An oppressive, suffocating presence began to weigh heavily on the surroundings.
I had felt something similar before.
A pressure from beings beyond human—a natural, divine weight.