When Ezra's eyes flicked open and saw the morning light spilling through his inn room window, he leapt to his feet instantly. It took him only a few moments to gather his belongings and rush out the door, and he stepped next door to the room Bree was staying in.
He knocked a few times in soft desperation, each knock louder and louder.
'I'm coming, Oby,' he chanted over and over in his head. It was an obsessive thought and it dominated him wholly.
"I'm awake," came Bree's sweet sing-song voice after a while. "Meet me outside in fifteen minutes?"
"You got it," Ezra replied, his voice as soft as hers.
The morning air was thinner and colder than the day before, but Ezra barely noticed. His eyes were fixed on the mountain above, the towering and distant peak etched in cloud and shadow.
The mountain was an Encephalim - a monster itself. Something alive, voracious…
And if it were anything like the other Encephalim he'd encountered, it might want to eat Ezra alive.
