CH 22 — Vallens
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Vallens yelled at nothing in particular. Ve were drenched to the bone, and could barely see inches beyond ver own nose. “Motherfuck—” The cruel wind whipped pellets of water into ver open mouth, lacerating ver cheeks and tongue.
Ve spat out blood, and spotted a few pixels off ver health bar. In this world, weather could kill just as easily as the outside. Vallens’ high level shielded vem from the worst of it, but Saffron was the weakest link.
Clinging tight to ver arm and steadily weeping, Eisbaer begged to slow down, to seek shelter in a hole in the ground, like some pitiful insect.
“It'll flood,” ve yelled back, not caring about the stinging in ver tongue. “We can't stop now!”
Somewhere out there, behind or in front, ve could not tell, Saffron let loose the saddest little howl ve’d ever heard.
