Wrong Divinity: Oh Sh*t! I F*cking Hate Spiders! (Arachnomancer, Book One) by Tigner Dustin

Author:Tigner, Dustin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Apparently, high ranking priests of light didn’t appreciate their souls being sucked on by shadowlings. Once outside the arena, the guards blindfolded Dhane with a thick, black cloth, wrapped so many times around his head, and so tightly, his brain felt ready to explode.

He was shoved into a carriage of sorts, arms held by a guard sitting on either side. It was downright uncomfortable, sitting with his hands bound behind his back, cold and tingling from blood loss. He tried to adjust his wrists—find a less painful position—and the moment he did, a jolt of hot energy surged up his arms.

He yelped, and the muscles along his back, contracted involuntarily, making him arch and smack his head against something hard. It lasted for only a second, leaving the smell of burnt flesh in the air. The guards snickered and Dhane thought to let Octoralis eat them.

Oh, Daddy, can I?

The temptation burned strongly, though they still had no proof he was of shadow. Revealing his class would confirm their suspicions. Not to mention, attacking a bunch of guards in the middle of the city would only get him killed. These thoughts were enough of an answer, and Octoralis projected disappointment.

Dhane took in a calming breath and tried to listen, to focus on the things happening around him. A guard said something to the driver, then a whip curved through the air and cracked. Something large and furry grunted. The sounds of metal wheels with twelve spokes each, ground against the stone and vibrated up from beneath.

Okay. . . . Well, this all brought about an interesting revelation, one that seemed quite late to the party: he didn’t need to see to see. It was as if he were a spider, sitting on its web and listening to the vibrations of its world, only, in this case, everything was connected: the guards, their weapons, the people outside gawking at the passing carriages.

It all looked like it did when he was in the Cobalin’s fodder pit, no source of light at all, just the lines of everything, as if they gave off a slight glow. But it wasn’t a glow, it was a vibration.

Sight was like a cone, it directed his attention to what was ahead. Even in a pitch-black cave, the fact he expected to see within this cone of vision, limited him to it. Without that limit, and a lot of concentration, he could feel his way out in all directions.

There were at least two other carriages, one ahead and one behind. Beyond that, the lines became blurry. Maybe . . . the cone of sight wasn’t such a limitation, though a focus.

In the Cobalin cave, he didn’t have any problem seeing as far ahead as he could above the surface. But trying to sense all directions at once, or even directions he wasn’t facing, seemed limited to thirty or forty feet.

No one spoke during the fifteen-minute ride that continually crept upward, like they were ascending a mountain, or . .

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