The Chapel or Judge Eternity - Epilogue
A little bit of closure.
Anthon rolled onto his side. He hurt like he had not hurt before. The infection from the bite on his left arm burned like fire and he could feel it spreading toward his elbow with every heartbeat.
It was black here in the depths, too dark even for his immortal eyes. He fished flint, steel and a candle from his belt, then a bit of tender. His left arm was weak but it worked well enough and the candle was soon burning.
The cavern was large and filled with columns of living stone most of which showed silhouettes of the cursed who had been chained to them. Not far from where the giant was laying, his katzbalder protruded from the eye of a skull.
Anthon smiled, the boy was a fighter. As frightened as he was he had still fought. The giant pulled the sword from the skull, and then used the remnants of Arlock to build a fire. It was a smokey affair and stunk to high heaven but it served to burn the filth from the blade.
The arm had to come off. There was no flesh here to consume so it might not grow back, but that was far better than letting disease take him and rot him over a thousand years, even distraction was better than that.
Just before he brought the sword down, Anthon noticed bloody smears leading off into the darkness. The monk was still alive! The giant smiled and brought the short sword down on his arm.
It was black here in the depths, too dark even for his immortal eyes. He fished flint, steel and a candle from his belt, then a bit of tender. His left arm was weak but it worked well enough and the candle was soon burning.
The cavern was large and filled with columns of living stone most of which showed silhouettes of the cursed who had been chained to them. Not far from where the giant was laying, his katzbalder protruded from the eye of a skull.
Anthon smiled, the boy was a fighter. As frightened as he was he had still fought. The giant pulled the sword from the skull, and then used the remnants of Arlock to build a fire. It was a smokey affair and stunk to high heaven but it served to burn the filth from the blade.
The arm had to come off. There was no flesh here to consume so it might not grow back, but that was far better than letting disease take him and rot him over a thousand years, even distraction was better than that.
Just before he brought the sword down, Anthon noticed bloody smears leading off into the darkness. The monk was still alive! The giant smiled and brought the short sword down on his arm.
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