Luneshale Pass pantano

The black tail rose like a flag of war, the crush of teeth and snarls the charge of trumpets. Between his jaws the man tremored, a victim to his wife’s final redress. The limp body was cast aside; born of dirt and there it would be left to fester with no hope to reach paradise.

The red woman fell to her knees, leaving a single unit to escape over the plains. Rashepses started forward, a pause in his cannon’s roar only to kneel over the captain where blood ran from weeping sores in his throat.

The impulse to follow the last rat into hell was annulled. Semer-wati made quick gestures to Meseba and Mesen-ka before rounding again to Toula's side.

“Get him to the palace. Quickly!”