Two streets away, on a rooftop that overlooked the market square, Jayden finally stopped running and looked down from the edge with a cold face. He told himself it was strategy, but the real reason was simpler, because he could still hear the fighting and had expected it to stop by now.
Varok stood beside him with his spear in hand, saying nothing. The giant Velhari had climbed onto a broken chimney for a better view, while Helen lay unconscious behind them with her staff dropped near her arm.
Jayden frowned when the noise from below kept going. Zich was still alive, and that was the first surprise, because Jayden had counted the undead, counted the distance, and made what should have been a reasonable conclusion.
The square was too loud to be normal now, but the noise was still Zich's. That alone made Jayden's jaw tighten, because the white-haired boy should have been dragged down already if the undead had done their work properly.
