Nine Rings C260
by MarineTLChapter 260: Near Death The air before me was thick with a yellow fog of swirling sand. I ran about a hundred meters into the haze, losing all sense of direction. I nearly slammed headfirst into a rock that materialized out of the mist, leaving me spinning in circles. Just as I came to a halt, I spotted an idiot standing nearby, clutching a rifle and squinting desperately through the yellow fog. I wasn't about to let such a gift go to waste. I picked up a stone the size of a brick, weighed it in my…









