Chapter 119: Reminiscence

As Li felt the aged man's hands grip tighter around his forearm, he felt a spark of connection form between them, tingling at his skin. Though the old man's eyes were crazed and unfocused, behind that veil of doddering insanity, Li knew there was something whole there, someone who had once been…

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Ivo stuck the wooden end of his rake to the soil with force, digging it in a few centimeters. His hand clenched around the rake handle, the sinewy muscles of his forearm tightening as he exerted force. He grit his teeth as he felt an ice cold breeze shift through him, stealing away warmth, leaving him at a shivering chill. 

"All ye faithful to the land, to our great lady Morrigan!" he shouted, his voice, a deep and booming baritone, projecting forwards and enveloping a crowd of men and women just like him. No, not a crowd, at these numbers, this was more like a small army.