Page 66 of Immortal Throne

If only Ryker hadn’t run off to rat me out to the council. I would’ve had two weeks to cram this information into my stubborn brain.

Oh well.

Lamenting wouldn’t help me win this battle.

How could I possibly beat the giant in front of me? I’d barely escaped Mobius who was less than half the size.

Borca had one eye like the cyclops from Greek mythology. Would stabbing him through the eye, like how Odysseus and his men killed the cyclops, be the key to defeating the giant?

Borca also had a massive dong, and that little tattered loincloth did little to hide the swinging. Nothing was left to my imagination, especially not at this angle. The giant’s giant penis was ridiculous, but the groin was also typically a vulnerable location. Would that be the key to defeating him?

There was also a tale about David and Goliath. I couldn’t quite remember that one, but there was a slingshot involved, wasn’t there? And a rock?

“Do you have a plan in mind?” I yelled over to Ryker.

“Don’t die.”

“No, seriously.”

“I am being serious. The first phase should be avoiding death and letting the rest risk their lives while we await an opening.”

“Are we going for the eye?”

“The eye, the throat.” Ryker’s expression remained grim. “Hell, I’d even suggest his junk if I didn’t think it would just piss him off more.”

A giant portal opened and spat out a number of small figures.

A small demon who looked part Xoloitzcuintle, part mutt, and part three-year-old toddler with attachment issues, froze in the shadow of Borca.

Chupey turned to me, eyes wide with fear, and my heart constricted.

No!

The circle of magic that contained me snapped out of existence and I ran.

“Sloane,” Ryker barked.

I gripped my daggers and sprinted, my focus only on my dog—myfriend. Panic punched my lungs. I had to get to Chupey. He was all I had.

Borca turned his gargantuan body around as the small demons scattered.

They must be everyone else’s familiars.

I screamed. Chupey whipped his head around, his snout lifting up and up as he took in Borca.

Chupey bolted, running for his life.

Almost in slow motion, yet covering so much distance, Borca knelt down and reached forward.

Everything unfolded as if I was watching it on television, out of my own body, my terror making it hard to grasp onto reality.

This couldn’t be happening.

I was still too far away.

As Chupey’s terrified eyes met mine, my pulse thundered against my eardrums.

I had to get to himright now.

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