{The Haklarans, for so they are called, are my creation. I'm ashamed of myself yet pleased that I'm not insane.}
….
The walls crumbled under at the coming of the beasts and the ground gave way, cracking under their combined weights. Kratamarhl gave several warning signals and he could mostly point out that a dozen of the Haklarans were over 20 years old.
The older they were, the stronger and craftier they'd become.
Sharen held his sword, standing in the large room, ready to fight. The first wave of Haklarans stormed the room, breaking through the walls to give them more room. Sharen shot out, slashing and thrusting. The creature's skins were tough and almost impenetrable.
If only he had Narene's Kly.
At the thought of Narene, he wondered how she was doing. Was she worried about him, sitting all day just thinking about how things were going? It was likely.
