Halig walked up next to Erik, still gripping the heavy axe.
"Erik..." Halig whispered, making sure Torstein wasn't close enough to hear. "You are full of fucking horseshit. That was not a shockwave echo from the mines. This island is angry. We shouldn't be here."
Erik looked up at the volcano again. The deep rumbles were getting louder. Erik didn't know if the volcano was going to blow up right now, or in three days.
He had zero control over the situation. But he was emotionally and totally invested in getting his men home.
Dying in a massive pile of volcanic mud was definitely not on his to-do list for the week.
"Listen, Halig." Erik chuckled, trying to ignore the heat from the rain of ash. "That is why we are going to secure that city, get that sulfur loaded, and then get the hell off this island faster than a greased weasel running from a forest fire."
"greased weasel~" Halig repeated, a smile finally breaking through his face. "I like that plan."
