CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“BLOOD EELS!” Seavig cried.
Duncan raised his sword and hacked at the thick, red eels twisting their way up his leg, as the Lake of Ire seemed to come alive with them. He felt them squeezing his flesh as all around him his men cried out and fell into the waters, splashing, flailing; yet as he swung, he was unable to gain enough momentum to s***h through the thick waters and do any real damage to the creatures.
Desperate, feeling himself being dragged down, Duncan reached into his belt, grabbed his dagger and jabbed straight down. There came a screeching noise, follow by bubbles shooting to the surface, and the eel wrapped around him went limp.
“DAGGERS!” Duncan shouted to his men.
With the fog walkers gone, the fog finally began to lift all around them, and Duncan cou
