Calixan jumped off Blood's back as though he didn't notice the shift in the lake. He rubbed his hands across the stone door that blocked the tomb like a madman clawing at his asylum door or a dehydrated man digging for water in the desert.
"Yes… yes…" Calixan muttered beneath his breath, breathing deeply.
Grey still stood on the shore, a frown on his face.
Walking across this water was definitely far easier than actual water. The waters here were so thick they might as well have been from a basin of vaseline. Blood hadn't done anything special like Grey had when he crossed the surface of a lake, he had just walked. Yet, despite his heft, he easily managed to make it to the other side.
The problem was the whole sizzling, rotting flesh part.
Every time Grey even thought about touching it, warning signs blared in his mind. He wasn't even sure what he would do if he made it over there.
