Torvin, lugging an almost-unconscious General Gavsot, seemed to have placed the two of them directly into mortal peril. “Torvin, hang on,” I told him. “I’m coming to get you.”
Gus hung up his phone. “I usually try to avoid snap judgments,” he said dryly, “But I’m beginning to notice that this pipsqueak can’t do a single damn thing right. Makes me feel loads better about my own shortcomings.”
I rolled my eyes and nodded. “Pretty much,” I said. “I’ll be right back, I’m rescuing the pipsqueak.”
I focused and teleported myself to the cable car station from which I’d first seen the horde of Lucifer’s Firstborn. To my dismay, I arrived with my foot in a dead demon’s chest cavity—a cavity which had been enlarged drastically by a blade of the Firstborn. I stepped out of the corpse and futilely tried to wipe my foot clean on the dry earth.
I seemed to have arrived on an abandoned battlefield—evidently Halkkor’s army had wreaked havoc on the guards at this location and moved on. I scanned the expanse of barren rock. It appeared that the fighting had continued far off to my right.
I teleported to the furthest safe spot that I could see.