“If we did want to take countermeasures,” I said, “We should maybe think about tracking down Amy. Or figuring out where she is.”
I kinda doubt we’re getting two Arcs in a row of the Undertravelers cooperating with Amy, as much as I’d enjoy that.
“Panacea?” Grue frowned. “She didn’t exactly leave us on good terms.”
“I know. But she can counteract whatever Bonesaw does.”
Hopefully, yeah.
“Unless she falls victim to it,” Tattletale said, sighing. “After two bad incidents downtown, I’d lay odds she’s heading up toward the docks. It gives her the best odds of finding a place that’s empty, where she and Glory Girl can hide out for-”
“Heads up!”
Makes sense to me.
So, uh.
Heads up for what?
I wasn’t sure who had shouted the warning, but I turned to look in the direction of the fighting, and I instantly knew it was Bonesaw’s work.
Huh. Didn’t expect anything so soon.
But is this the thing she had prepared, or something else she’s made?
The water was turning crimson. Where it was only one or two inches deep above the pavement, it turned a dark red that resembled blood. That alone might have been spooky enough, but it was spreading over hundreds of feet in a matter of seconds, and there was a thin red mist rising in its wake.
Holy fuck, I love this.
You, uh, might want to cover your breathing holes.