Sheryl sighed and picked a piece of herself up off the ground. She placed the chunk against her torso and waited. A few seconds later, the pebble rged with her body as if it were glued on. She sighed again and picked up another piece of herself. How is it, Vur? Can you move yet?
Nope. Vur was still on the table in Stellas dungeon, red chains sticking out of his body. Nothings changed.
Thats odd, Sheryl said. Chompy already ate the chira queen. If this is a part of it, how co its still sticking around?
Vur clicked his tongue. Why would I know?
Right. Sheryl bit her lower lip. Youre probably the one whos most annoyed at that. Sorry.
Zilphy sighed from beside Vur. I hope Deedees alright.
***
Ralph stared at the dragon that wasnt quite a dragon. It was in the center of the army, separated from him by over a million n, but there was no doubt that itd be his turn soon enough. Maybe. The creature was weakening. At first, it was slaughtering hundreds of n a second, but now, it took a minute to do the sa. Its claws, ankles, and shins were filled with red spears, and its wings were peppered with arrows. It seed like a few hours had passed since it killed Lord Briffault, but Ralph wasnt too sure. He wasnt revived with his watch after all.
What are you doing, n!? a voice shouted above the din. Its clearly weakening! Instead of dying after stabbing it once, try to stab it twice! No, try to stab it three tis! If each of us can take one scale off of this creature with our deaths, then well have stripped it before even half of us are dead. What are you scared of? A little bit of pain? It doesnt matter if we die since were already dead!
Ralph nodded. The commander had a good point. They were already dead, so it didnt matter if they died again. And there wasnt any food left, so there wasnt a point in sticking around any longer. Not like there wouldve been a point if there were, but still. No wonder why Zyocuh sent so many of them to subdue a single soul. This soul housed a dragon, and it didnt help that they lost a quarter of their n before the fight even started. But it seed like this fight was in the bag. No matter how many soldiers were eaten or died to claws or dragon breaths, there was always more of them. Ralph almost felt bad for the dragon. A mighty titan, taken down by ants. What a sad end to a majestic creatures life.
Soone nudged Ralph from behind. The soldiers in front of him had moved up again, and he forgot to fill in the empty space while lost in thought. He shuffled forward, closing the gap, and waited so more. Would the fight be over before it was even his turn? That wouldnt be a bad thing, but itd be pretty boring, having waited for so long to do nothing.
A blood-curdling scream ca from behind, and Ralph flinched at the sound. What was that? There was a ton of shouting up ahead, but that scream pierced through all of it. Another scream filled the air, and Ralph turned around. The soldiers behind him had their heads facing the back as well. His brow furrowed, and he tapped the shoulder of the soldier next to him. Any idea what that was?
No idea.
There was another scream, followed by shouts. The line moved up again as more soldiers died to the dragon, but Ralph wasnt sure if he should fill in the gap or wait. Was it possible that there were even more dangerous things inside of this soul? It wouldve been a close call to take out the dragon, but if another creature was added into the mix, then it was possible for them to lose. It wasnt as if a loss mattered to them since they were already dead, but itd hurt Zyocuhs plan, and who knows what kind of torture that man would subject them to if they failed?
Ralph stroked his chin. Why werent there any commands telling them what to do? Was it possible they had the situation under control back there? Or did whatever was causing those screams take out the commanders first? His brow furrowed even more before relaxing. Well, he was a soldier. All he had to do was follow orders, and until he received new ones, his current orders were to stab the dragon three tis and then die. Sotis it was nice being a soldier. He didnt have to think for himself, and if sohow things went wrong, none of the bla would be on him. He shrugged and turned back around, ignoring the screams from behind, and filled up the gap leading to the dragon.
***
Tafel peered at the light extending out of Vurs bellybutton. The golden portion that was holding the red back had long since disappeared, and the black portion had shrunk considerably. She chewed on her lower lip while clenching the sheets of the bed that Vur was lying on. Is it working? Why isnt it working?
Well, you chose a slow-acting soul, Grimmy said from beside her. Though they were inside the palace, Grimmy could fit because the walls and ceiling had been destroyed a while ago by Marys clash with Tafel. I told you it wouldnt be as quick as the others.
Well, the others were all won! Tafel glared at Grimmy. How could I let another woman enter Vurs soul? Stella is already enough! And you said this soul was guaranteed to get the job done, so I trusted you.
Whered that trust go? Grimmy asked and yawned. Just wait a few more hours and youll see that I was right. Probably. This isnt an exact science, you know?
In a few hours, the black portion that represents Vurs soul will be completely gone! Tafels hands clenched even tighter around the sheets. Cant you do sothing? Like add another soul?
Grimmy shook his head. If we add another soul, then theres a possibility that Vur will be too weak to defeat them both. Rember, were using an invader to kill another invader, but theyre both invaders. Were hoping the poisons neutralize each other without killing Vur.
Tafels expression darkened. Why are you so relaxed when Vurs soul is at stake?
Im not relaxed, youre just too strung up, Grimmy said and snorted. His eyes lit up and he pointed at the beam of light. See, look. Its starting.
Tafel returned her attention to Vurs stomach. The top portion of the red light was turning purple, then blue, but the black portion at the bottom near his bellybutton was still shrinking. Tafel bit her lower lip. Even if all the red was devoured, what would happen when the blue reached the black?
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