Chapter 173: The War That Came Early (pt3)
The Under-Roads, Under the Whispering Peaks,
Dabok's POV,
We made our way through the mouth of a wide tunnel, when that accursed wind blew once more behind us. It ruffled the leaves around us, making sounds of never-ending whispers...
I glanced behind once more in annoyance, as these peaks brought back some bad memories.
My joints growl like starving wolves. It is a bad confession for an old warrior who once made the surface world tremble as the Black Menace, but the marrow does not lie. Every morning we spent across the edges of White Mountain and entering the Whispering Peak, my bones demand their tax.
A warrior's meat remembers every winter, every heavy shield-blow, whether the mind wants to count the years or not.
I have marched down longer, bloodier mud than this. I marched when my tusks were sharp and my blood burned for a prince whose name is now just ash in a dead succession war.
'Haaa...' I let out a sigh once more.
