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Chapter 41
The garish canyon walls stretched high above on either side, splintered with fissures that pulsed with the red hellish hue of the Dire. High in rugged rock-facing, darkened cavities held their attention as well as the lips of the ledges above. Although no demon had challenged them within the first half-hour of the trek, it was only a matter of time when those distant snarls and roars had sniffed them out or the freakish pteropus overhead would break their courses, swoop down, and seek them out below. Already, the unseen demons’ warning rumbles grew louder with each step they took. Although wide enough for all six of the massive gibiyaan to ride abreast, Aron and Tate’s beast took lead position, having the pack walk behind them with Sam and Raith’s beasts posted on either side of the group
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