The Piledriver of Fate (Titan Wars Book 2) by Samuel Gately

Author:Samuel Gately [Gately, Samuel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cylinder Publishing
Published: 2021-02-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15.

Sunrise came and went while Van stared at the pit in the center of the Parkland Cemetery, surrounded by the sad excuse of an army he had been able to assemble. No bright light had emanated from the dark hole; no enemy army crawled from the depths intent on ravaging first Empire City and then the world. Van and his unlikely allies had a few more hours to get ready, assuming they had been right about the rules governing the portal to the Nether.

He rubbed at tired eyes and blinked in the bright sun. It was already growing hot. His titan allies sat perched on the sturdier of the grave markers. Armored soldiers sat on the grass next to their polearms and smoked an endless supply of cigarettes. Captain Jahrom quietly vomited behind a tombstone. Van waved Owen Grit over.

“No new recruits?” Van asked quietly.

Owen shook his head. “Most of them left already. They’re scattered around the Open Nations. The ones who stayed are skeptical. King Thad wants to talk with you face-to-face. He claims all the ONWC titans would follow his decision on the matter, but…” He shook his head again. “The only other large group trains at a gym called Grunt-and-Groan. They said they’d gather their ranks and hear you out tonight.”

Van scoffed. “That might be too late. The Nether could open at sunset.”

“I told them that. Like I said, they’re skeptical. They said that was the quickest they could gather everyone up.” He shrugged apologetically. “There are a few more gyms I could try this morning. A bunch were closed last night.”

Van looked over at the cemetery gates. A small crowd had gathered and was buzzing excitedly as they waited to pester the titans for autographs. They seemed totally uninterested and unworried about the threat of an invading horde from the Nether. In the city behind them, people went about their days as usual.

“Okay, keep trying.” Van placed a hand on Owen’s shoulder. “I’ll go see Thad. Still in that ridiculous place near the Regal Ballroom?” Owen nodded, and Van turned away. “I’ll see you back here before sunset.”

Heading towards the gates, Van passed close to Captain Jahrom. He probably should have stopped and issued some more orders or something, but the smell of stale beer and fresh vomit kept Van walking. Van’s wish for some real military minds to arrive had not yet materialized.

He passed through the gates and ignored the pleas for autographs from the excited and overly loud crowd. Striding quickly down the dusty street, he left them behind. The morning sun beat down on his back as he made his solitary way to King Thad’s complex. The streets were far quieter than they’d been during the Headlock, but the number of faces Van passed was still overwhelming for someone who’d spent pretty much his entire life in a quiet mountain town. He marched steadily on, navigating between vendor carts, stray dogs, and heavily laden wagons which rattled loudly on the cobblestones. He

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