Once I realized the Devourer had found me before I even knew we were playing games, there wasn't much point in staying inside a black market filled with strangers.
"Kill them," I said, keeping my attention on the wall separating me from the five cages.
Yuche didn't ask which zombies I meant, he just did what he did best.
Metal groaned through the lower level as the steel compartments tightened around their skulls. Five muffled impacts sounded from the other side of the building before everything fell quiet.
The pain in my leg didn't disappear with them, which was mildly concerning.
Chenghai noticed that my fingers remained pressed against the old scar, but he didn't point it out again. Instead, he stepped closer and offered me his arm, probably deciding that helping me walk was safer than suggesting he carry me.
I accepted before he could change his mind. "We're leaving."
Zhenlan nodded immediately. "Good."
