Markhun lifted his torch. “The stalactites are moving.”
“Obsidian cave sloths,” Ren said. “Let them be.”
The fickle archer put down his torch and shot an arrow. “Easy pickings!”
A black spike fell from a sloth’s back and impaled him.
“Idiot,” Ren huffed.
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