Rezak sank on the rock, defeated. He had upturned every rock, every pebble of the area where he was kicked at, hoping to find any clue directing him toward Sera. But there was nothing. He stared blankly at the blade in his hands.
“The plan is to weaken The Creator with this knife,” Delena said, placing her hand on his shoulder.  “We still have time.”
Rezak was impressed when the knife’s cut had blistered the red-haired man’s skin. He had skinned a hare, murdered a woman and her husband mis...