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Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-One: 'Fears not the torch...'
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Boy, it sure did suck, not having access to his undead strength or endurance at times like this. Sure, at least the recuperative "hangover" later wouldn't be nearly as bad, but it sure would've come in handy during all this hiking.

Raul hadn't realized just how rugged the terrain was. These wooded mountains weren't even that big. The Waress Mountains back home easily put them to shame. But Raul's only interaction with those giants had been occasionally looking at them on the horizon.

As he put one foot in front of the other and tried not to dwell on how heavily he was breathing or how much he was sweating, he found himself wondering if perhaps that pride in his homeland had blinded him to the difficulty of this task.

Maybe just a tad.

The little mountain here wasn't tall, but it was certainly steep. The road below was one of only two paths in or out of Miro. The other one was on the opposite side of the town. Adan and Esai were handling it. Raul would have to make do on his own.

He stopped to catch his breath. The sun was almost finished setting, already. He had a flashlight in his bag, but even so, this wasn't going to get any easier at night.

Not to mention, the longer he took, the more likely it was that one more truck full of slaves would make it out of Miro.

He had to block the road. And preferably, he had to make it look like a natural occurrence. If the enemy realized they were being sabotaged, everything would become more complicated.

And god knew, things were complicated enough already.

He finally pulled out his flashlight and shone it up ahead, searching the jagged rock faces there.

Hmm. No clear path for him, it seemed. He'd have to climb straight upward if he wanted to keep going this direction.

Well, maybe he didn't need to. Maybe this was high enough.