The meat was warm, juicy, and fresh, so much better than the filth the goblins tossed to the others.
I tore off a piece with my teeth, chewing slowly as my thoughts drifted.
Ori curled up beside me, misty tendrils wrapped possessively around his larger chunk of meat, making it clear he wasn't going to share.
Greedy little thing.
I let out a quiet sigh, staring at the dark cave ceiling above.
The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows along the rocky walls, the distant sounds of goblins chattering and prisoners murmuring blending into a dull background noise.
I needed a plan.
But to make a plan, I needed information.
I tried to think back, tried to recall what was supposed to happen next.
But my mind hit a wall, a frustrating blur where the details should've been.
The novel had been long.
A slow, drawn-out series that took its time unraveling every plotline, every character arc, every battle.
