Yulen followed Renken. The
ex-mercenary ran ahead toward another one of the enormous egg
sacs. Webs stretched overhead like lacy curtains swathing the
rafters. Holding up his torch, Yulen set the webs on fire, then
stood back as the flames danced across the delicate lines. Licking
the individual strands and racing along the ceiling, setting the
cavern aglow with their yellowish-white light. It made for bizarre
yet beautiful patterns.
Rather than stay and watch the
conflagration, Yulen pressed farther into the cavern. He rounded
several natural limestone structures as he searched for more of
those sacs. Footsteps behind him alerted him to the fact that
someone was watching his back. A quick check confirmed it was
Paxton.
“Yulen! To your right!”
The battle lord whirled around in time to
see the spider scuttling toward him. He plunged the tip of his
sword into the thing’s back, pinning it to the floor, then deftly
flung the body off to the side.
“Do you see any more nests?” the second
called to him.
“I think there’s a few ahead of us. Torch
every one of them.”
They emerged into another large room, and
immediately saw it was filled with egg sacs, hanging like huge
whitish drops of milk. Yulen swung his sword, decapitating one
spider that tried to launch itself at him before he reached the
closest nest. Like the others, the sac made a loud whooshing sound
as the fire engulfed it. But it also began emitting a thick gray
cloud of smoke.
Yulen coughed. The smoke was acrid with
the stench of those burning creatures. Stepping back, he met up
with Paxton. The man’s face was red from the heat, and his eyes
were watering, same as Yulen’s.
“I didn’t take into account the smoke,”
the battle lord admitted. “We need to get back outside, and
hopefully these things will continue to combust.”
Above them, lines of fire ran across the
webbings interconnecting the sacs. Several spiders fell to the
ground like live, burning lumps.
Yulen gave the man a shove back in the
direction they’d come. “Go on! Move!”
Paxton turned to obey, then noticed the
battle lord wasn’t behind him. “Come on, Yulen!”
“Let me get those over there going, and I
will!” He pointed to three more suspended in what appeared to be a
corner of the room.
Giving a nod, the second hurried away.
Yulen rushed over and jabbed each nest
until they were thoroughly consumed. Swiveling around, he started
to follow, but found his way blocked. The initial sac, upon
hitting the floor, exploded, flooding the ground with thousands of
burning spider babies like tiny pinpoints of light. Worse, the
smoke was becoming thicker as the fires ate up the available air
in the confined space.
Yulen eyed the narrow path he and Paxton
had taken, but that way was no longer passable.
There had to be another way out.
There had to be.
He eyed a couple of spiders as they raced
overhead to avoid the flames and smoke. Blinking furiously, he
kept an eye on them. Hoping. Praying.
A third spider joined them. All of them
heading directly toward another corner of the cavern. Yulen chased
after them, wiping his eyes with his shirt sleeve to keep his
vision clear enough to where he could keep them in view.
He squeezed through a narrow passageway
and found himself inside another vast cavern. The fires had made
their way here, as well. Thick, roiling clouds almost filled the
area, making breathing almost impossible. Yulen coughed again,
when he thought he heard his name being called.
“Paxton? Renken? I’m here!” he yelled.
This time he definitely heard someone
calling out his name. Unable to see more than a few feet in front
of him, he honed in on the sound.
“I’m coming! Keep calling!”
“D’Jacques!”
The voices were gradually becoming louder
and clearer. A white shadow appeared in front of him, and Yulen
realized it was an opening to the outside. He ran for it, almost
stumbling in his haste to escape the interior inferno.
He burst out into the bright sunshine that
nearly blinded him. Several pairs of hands grabbed him before he
fell to his knees.
“Thank heavens you’re okay,” a voice
remarked.
Yulen choked on his next words. A water
bottle was shoved into his hand, and he drank thirstily, throwing
a handful of water onto his scalded face.
“Did everyone else make it back out?” he
asked, and opened his eyes.
It took nearly a full minute for him to
digest what he was looking at. To accept what he was seeing. What
couldn’t be, but was.
His soul shrank into a tiny knot in the
middle of his heart.
“What’s the matter, D’Jacques,” Karv
questioned him, eyebrows knotted. “You look like you’ve seen a
ghost!” |