Three hours. Three long hours, waist-deep in blood magic. I feel no sympathy for the San’layn. And really, how many cults do we need? This is bordering on ridiculous and slightly unbelievable.
My whole body aches. I think I was blasted into a wall at least ten times. Some of my armor is now melted in on itself. Though my comrades in only cloth had it far worse. Pulling debris from a fresh burn is… an excruciating experience for both parties.
After the progress we made last week, I thought there was finally some form of light at the end of this frozen tunnel. But there is nothing. More walls. More death.
Spending the night in the Ashen Verdict encampment. ‘Til tomorrow, when our reinforcements arrive.
I wish I were home.
