Now we get to see Sylvie's side of the battle. It's a little different and I hope you all will like it.
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SHDYCF2 Chapter 35 RecoveryCHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Recovery
Taryn woke to the feeling of something being jabbed in her arm. She stirred in the darkness and cracked her eyes. A shape loomed above her.
“Ow.” She muttered. “That hurt.” Her voice sounded rough and raspy.
“After all the damage you’ve suffered, a needle hurts.” A dry voice commented. “Well, at least you can feel it, and that’s something.”
Taryn muttered something and slowly focused on the figure. It turned out to be an old nurse, wiry and thin, tough as old tree roots and gnarled as witch trees. He had a white beard, and a gentle smile.
“Doctor Merrick is busy with the other patients.” He told her. “But he’ll be here in just a second; he’s had to be here near constantly with you four.”
“Four?” Taryn asked hoarsely. She struggled to roll onto her belly so she could see.
The nurse stepped back and watched with a critical eye
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SHDYCF2 Chapter 33 The Second Battle of Red LeafCHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The Second Battle of Red Leaf
The video quality they could see was poor, some sort of interference kept the screen from being crystal clear, but there was enough that Taryn could see the dozens of winged creatures flapping about the warehouse; or rather, where she assumed the warehouse should be.
“What is that?” she asked.
“I’m not sure.” Bengal grimaced, staring at the screen. Sweat beaded his brow as he tried to make sense of what was in front of him. “It seems like a black hole has swallowed the warehouse and put…that in its place.”
That was a shimmering, crystal palace of sorts. Made, seemingly, of some black obsidian material. Jagged towers surrounded a central pinnacle upon which a black form, dimly seen, stood on a red platform like a king directing his monstrous, evil troops.
“Well, it looks like they’ve managed to upgrade the slums.” She joked nervously.