Chapter 77: Myriad Blood Refines the Dead-Jefferson's Fury

The moment Gregory spotted the cave mouth, he surged upward without hesitation. He leapt into the air, hooked his fingers over the rim, and hung suspended. A thick stench of blood slammed into his face-so foul it nearly made him retch. "Careful, captain!" Giselle called from below, her voice tight with concern. Gregory drew a breath, braced his midsection, and wriggled into the opening. The shaft pressed in on all sides; it was a narrow tunnel angling upward, and he had to brace his arms constantly...