A long corridor stretched out ahead of the regiment. The floor and pillared walls were made of seamless polished gray marble. Glowing crystals set into the vaulted ceiling at regular intervals illuminated the hallway.
Dave signalled the units behind him to stop.
There were three passages they could take.
"What now Dave?"
Dave didn't know which path to take, he turned to ask Bud.
"Bud, can you smell anything?"
"Old blood...everywhere…danger...everywhere. Kishtingbrah…trust Bud?"
"I trust you, Bud."
"Bud takes units…left…Dog takes units...right…Lord takes units...middle."
'Whoa, Bud is growing, he's d smarter and more coherent all the time.'
Dave decided to follow the ghoul's plan.
"Alright. Bud, you and Spark take three squads and kill your way to the boss. Dog, you take four squads. The rest are with me."
Bud turned to Lone with a shy, shark-toothed smile, "Pretty elf...go with Bud?"
