Vera nodded to Gareth and walked out from among the shadows. She followed behind the cavalier, who was totally oblivious of her presence. The man was about to round the bend when she held his mouth from behind and traced the sharp end of her dagger around his neck. She held his mouth tightly as he convulses but released him when he finally became still.
“That’s thirty-two,” Gareth whispered as he walked towards her.
“You have been keeping counts?” Vera asked and wiped her dagger on the body of the fallen guard.
“A total of sixty-six. You are a warlord mother,”
“Which way?”
“There,” Gareth pointed to another metal door.
The torches flickered with the little wind that walked in the air, revealing the emptiness that lies on the other side of the door. It was day, and the sun was at its zenith. But its hands have failed to touch any side of the dungeon. Dar
