Bab 41: Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire

As we stood there, facing the Eeries, a cold sense of dread washed over me. I wanted to run, escape from the hell we were about to face, but I knew these creatures would easily catch up in seconds. The only option was to fight. Two was already bad enough, but with them having the number advantage, I knew our chances of survival were next to zero.

I looked over at Gwendolyn, amazed by her resilience. Even with a bad arm, she stared them down, refusing to back away.

"Let's try not to die," I muttered, readying myself for the inevitable clash.

"Hmph," she grunted in reply.

With a silent nod, we charged forward, our swords raised high as we prepared to face our doom head-on. The Eeries let out a bone-chilling screech, their claws slashing through the air as they moved to intercept us.