Chapter 132 Grief Stricken

• Mardichi understood the pain Bast suffered when doing this. He knew Bast was making a great sacrifice in order to help him, but Mardichi’s rage was too powerful to offer his friend the proper thanks, right now.
• Finally, Bast materialized in the doorway, weak, white, and sweating. He’d thrown his tunic back over his shoulders, but blood soaked through in several spots.
• “Will you soon be ready to return to the stronghold?” Mardichi queried. Observing his brethren’s wan state, a bit worriedly.