Chapter 114
Finn and I finished off the last of the cultist interns and stood over them, breathing hard, clothes torn and stained with soot and blood. The corridor was littered with groaning bodies and smoldering bits of failed spells. I looked at the cultist-guard, the one who'd tried to ambush us, and without a word, we knocked him out. Simultaneously. Finn with the hilt of his sword. Me with a casual backhand from Moodrender. The man crumpled like a sack of potatoes with self-esteem issues.
We exchanged a look that was something between "what now?" and "please tell me we're done."
Then we heard it.
Screaming. Still coming from the grand hall.
There was no time to take a breather.
We bolted.
My legs were sore, and my lungs burned with every step. My breath was dragging ten steps behind me, and every thump of my boots on the polished palace floors felt heavier than the last. But we ran anyway.
