That's What You Get
Vazar watched with cold eyes as his people killed the last of the beasts that were assaulting them at the top of the mountain. There were a few casualties, but nothing that would cause a drop in the overall power of the entourage.
What he was more satisfied with was their speed. He was confident that would reach the center before anyone else and before the Arbiter did anything that wouldn't throw a wrench in his plans. Still, he wasn't about to get complacent.
He was about to tell everyone to rest a little bit. After all, he was cruel, but he wasn't dumb enough to compromise their combat strength just to save time, they had limits after all.
But before he could issue the order, a horrific screech suddenly resounded throughout the area, and with the screech came terrible consequences.
Vazar felt like someone had just stabbed his brain with countless needles as blood poured from his nose like a tap and he staggered slightly.
