Chapter eighteen“Do not go down! As you value your lives, do not go down!”
My stentorian bellow cut across the gap between the lifters. Nalan jerked upright. A row of faces under helmets appeared at the rail of Cloudscamper.
“What—?”
“Just watch!”
On that I switched my attention to the two white-clad girls and two white-clad boys below. They looked fresh and innocent. They looked victims. Well, by Krun, they were, weren’t they, the poor duped devils.
The Shanks roared on across the kyro towards the steps leading up to the temple. They intended to take the place over and make a fortress of it against whatever the soldiery of Oxonium might hurl at them. Each individual scaled Fish Head must know he was doomed. They would, in their barbaric fashion, fight until the end, until every singl
