I jumped up the mountain of junks. The scent of rusted iron was teasing my nose. I kept going up when blue thunderbolts of Bo's diamond hit and took one of the halves under siege.
"Take it down, Weaver." Bo commanded me.
I tossed the chain and it wrapped the wraith, taking it to the ground I followed my golden chain. I hit the wraith to the junks to let Patrise take control of its memory. It was baring its red scales but my string was burning its body.
Patrise rushed to me, going forward, she grabbed the wraith neck. I was wondering how they couldn't absorb her body as she touched their body.
"Where is the smuggler?" The wraith opened that shark-shaped mouth, baring those terrifying large teeth.
Patrise grinned; she mocked the being that was trying to scare her but I sensed no tinge of fear. She was strange because even with the courage that this weapon was injecting me, still I was frightened.
