“And somewhere along the way we’ll work on becoming Dread Blazes,” said Scorio.
“Mmhmm,” Naomi agreed.
They sat in silence. The sun-wire eventually dimmed to a dark crimson, then burgundy, then a sullen brown, and the revolving spirals of cloud grew thick and furious and unleashed their rain upon the city in ever-flowing corkscrews.
Naomi scooted over to sit close to Scorio. Together they watched the rain wash the city clean, and the rushing roar of the storm filling the great cylinder.
The overhang protected them, mostly, but still, great drops of rain found Scorio’s upturned face. He closed his eyes. He felt at peace. Resolved, strengthened by his ordeals, tempered not only in body but in spirit.
The Rascor Plains were the doorstep to the rest of Hell. Who knew where their hunt for Dameon would lead them?
Naomi rested her head on his shoulder, and he rested his cheek on her head in turn.
Wherever their path took them, however, Scorio knew that neither of them would walk it alone.
THE END
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