The air in Oeste was thick and repulsive. A putrid odor lingered the corridors that disturbed myself of what little sleep I may have had. I stirred awake, rolling stiffly from my back to my knees and hands, unintentionally bumping into the soft body that lay beside me. Ignoring the faint pops in my joints, my heart began to pound out of my breast as my hands slapped the stone I slumbered on, and began to crawl towards a narrow hole at the bottom of the stone. Hesitating, I peered through, and not only could I recognize the same dispassionate faces of the Stalerie gawking at The Pit below, I also caught a glimpse of the smoke. How did I manage to sleep through all the screaming?
It took all my strength not to expel my stomach the moment my
It took all my strength not to expel my stomach the moment my