“It’s not my fault,” said the driver, almost weeping in his terror. Smoke rose from the black van’s open hood. “It’s…it’s not my fault, the engine couldn’t handle going so fast for so long…oh, God, oh God, what are you doing!”
Goth growled and lifted a hand. Iron claws, blackened with ancient blood, slid from his fingertips.
“Leave him,” said Marugon. “He is not worth our time.” The dark force raged through his mind. “We have, as the Earth saying goes, bigger fish to fry.”
Goth stiffened and touched his headset. “Lord. Their van has crashed. They are not more than a quarter mile ahead.”
Marugon smiled. “Good. Very good. Let us show Sir Liam the fury of a master of the black magic, shall we?” He set off down the sidewalk at a brisk pace.
Goth let loose a vicious, rumbling chuckle.
Behind them the driver curled into a ball and began to cry.
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Chapter 21 - A Broken Staff
Anno Domini 2003
The Tower of Endless Worlds Page 55
