Chapter 94 - Hang Nine
Abigail
Abigail shivered from the piercing cold as they walked through the wreckage of their old camp. She and Austin had run up here as soon as the fight down south was over. The sturdy walls and superior numbers made this wave the easiest they had faced in a while. They could safely stand on the walls and decimate the wave from afar. It was the least stressful wave they had faced.
She still remembered the indignation she felt when her Dad let the matter go before Chris left. She expected him to be on her side and help convince Christopher out of his stupid idea. Abigail ended up going along with her Dad but that didn't mean she liked it. She still thought it was stupid and unnecessary.
It took her Dad saying she couldn't treat him as a kid any longer. He was grown and as such, would make his own decisions.
It was still stupid.
"Holy shit... he actually did it," Austin whispered as he took in the destruction around them.
Hearing him say that made her want to ask if he thought Chris couldn't have done it but the words died in her throat.
The scene they had walked into was that breathtaking, and not in a picturesque way. It was so much destruction. All the buildings that once stood were gone, which was a shock, but she knew from the Beastmaster lady that was before the battle.
There were bodies everywhere frosted over and slightly snow-covered. The ground was a mixture of red and white from frozen water and blood alike. Spikes of ice stuck out of bodies marking the cause of death while others had obvious blunt force wounds.
She fought the shivering her body wanted to do as they walked through the camp. It was so cold. It bit at her hands and feet and sapped the very heat from her bones. Austin was notably fine and glowing slightly which only annoyed her more.
They found Chris in the center of it all passed out. Next to him was the boss of the wave, dead, with his hammer still stuck in its skull. The same bear that took multiple catapult shots to the face and entire squad of mage bombardments to take down during their fight down south.
Chris himself wasn't in the best shape. His vitality had worked to stop the bleeding in the time it took them to get here but the wounds would take a while yet to heal.