273. EMBOSCADA
NARRATOR
As Sigrid and Silas passed through the hall where Lucrecia had first taken them, they witnessed the devastation left behind.
They continued moving through the same dark corridors.
Sigrid wasn’t feeling well; that treacherous stab wound still burned in her chest, but she didn’t want to worry Silas.
Something kept her clinging tightly to him.
The truth was, she was afraid. She squeezed his hand tightly when they reached the entrance.
The statues marking the access point stood in the unde