Chapter 47: DoomThe valley at the bottom of the gorge ended in another cave, opposite to the place where they had left the alienated Giselle. Lara lit a flare she had taken with her - and so far, had been of little use until then - and plunged into darkness, with her hand near her holster. Bathsheba followed her at a distance. She had stopped levitating and now was walking, the soil's stones hurting her white feet, but she didn't seem to notice that.
Lara enjoyed entering an underground place where anyone else would have turned and run out, so gloomy and suffocating was the atmosphere of that rocky gallery descending into earth's bowels. She, after all, was used to that. It was that flat, empty expanse in which they had traveled up to that time, which could make her nervous, not knowing how to orientate or know if he was going somewhere. At least there was only one possible way.
Behind her, she noticed Bathsheba's nervous. Since she couldn't see her, Lara flashed a wide grin of sarcasm. That creature
Chapter 46: Tears of BloodKurtis looked up. Beside him was a man who looked about fifty years old, and he was covered in a black hooded robe, so he could only see his face, a face that seemed to have been very attractive once, but now crossed by deep lines of expression that showed a dominant character. The hair, as the slight beard, were gray-haired, but his eyes were scrutinizing him with an intense, distinctive, blue.
A strong hand, wiry, clutched his shoulder while snatching the Chirugai of his powerless fingers. His touch was amazingly real and consistent.
I didn't give this to you to cut off your head, as you will remember.
- Wow, you here. - Kurtis murmured, smiling slightly.
It seems I've arrived in time, said Konstantin, without moving his lips, as all dead people seemed to talk in that place.
The Fighter sat, staring inquisitively at his son. He retained the same stern and inflexible look he reminded in him.
- You're not doing me a favor. - Kurtis muttered.
By the Ligh