![]() Worse, the bastards implanted their larva into the victim, and anyone unlucky enough to play host to the spiny larva died a week later when branches started popping out of their bodies. Once Satan got wind of this, if he hadn’t already, Reaver and Harvester were going to have legions of minions on their heels.Ī trail carved into sheer canyon walls dropped them into a narrow valley, where he found Tavin near a dense copse of twenty-foot-high larva-nettle bushes that bit like snakes. The demons chasing them were only the first wave, the security detail unlucky enough to be guarding the dungeon Harvester was kept in. Reaver wasn’t naive enough to think they were off the hook. By the time they neared the plan B meeting site, Reaver was sure they’d lost the demons-temporarily. Harvester slept in his arms, barely stirring when he stopped to listen for anyone following them. ![]() ![]() ![]() The sphere struck the leader, and from there sent electrical strikes at each of the surrounding imps, frying them all in a handy eight-for-one. ![]() He moved swiftly, outrunning the sounds of pursuit and pausing once to blast a group of imps with a ball of lightning. Inhaling the stench of rotten vegetation that permeated this section of Sheoul, he started away from the skeletons of some burned-out buildings and toward a mountain range as expansive as the Rockies. ![]()
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