Chapter 120

Chapter One Hundred Twenty

Connor coughed and brushed dust from his armor as he backed away from the collapsed wall blocking the road he and Elise had been following. Large slabs mixed in with rock chunks of varying size, same as at the collapse that had separated them from the others.

And just like that collapse, the occasional bits of debris still fell, long after the collapse, the clap and crack echoing hollowly.

The archaeologist didn’t look up from her pocket computer.

It was strange the way the suspended particles made the device’s green glow seem ghostly, just like the builders’ holograph.

Elise shook her head. “We’ll have to go back to the main avenue.”

“All the way back?” A cough shook Connor, then more of the thick phlegm came up—salty and gritty. He walked away and spat the clump out, then shivered in the increasing cold.

This place was falling apart, and it seemed to be intent on killing them.

The archaeologist turned in a slow circle. “Wait. There’s another way.”