Corvec Litters the Wind
I.
The cardinal rule of trickery is this: attempting two deceptions at once typically results in the failure of both.
This old sentiment flutters across the back of my mind as I spot the Jaga, and my grip on the hammer loosens as those words from the captain finish their flight through my skull. This would not be so hard after all. The scorpion is crouched amongst the rocks at the foot of the mesa. Were I not looking for it, I never would have picked out its dull, sun-b
V.
In the hours leading up to dawn, Corvec has seen everything and absolutely nothing.
After I gave a grunt agreeing with his sarcasm implying the difficulty of facing a Toa, and after his responses to a few more of my jabs and prods, he fell silent. At first, he stared up into the night sky, stars dimmed by the moon’s brightness. And then his gaze fell on the passage wall opposite the one we were leaning against, and stuck.
For a moment I was confus