Chapter 67: Not a Love Triangle

“Oh god… oh god, oh god, oh god…” In the ruined town, Ian’s alchemical creatures had been dangerous—terrifying, even. But at least when you stabbed one in the mouth, it stayed down.  These things, though— “Hiss… Mother… Mother…” “Feel… her love…” “Her… gift…” I ducked under a spear thrust from behind, weaving between barracks in an attempt to shake off the cultists on my heels. Glancing back, I saw walking corpses. Some had gaping holes in…