Chapter 100
Valor is stability,
Not of legs and arms,
But of courage; of the soul.
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—Michel de Montaigne
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GITA
A booming voice erupted from the ceiling. Gita clamped her hands over her ears as a sound like a flock of angry birds, blended with the growl of hyenas and a pack of howling jackals echoed through the hallways. Red lights flashed from their lantern-holders built into the walls. Shod feet stomped thunderously towards her, anxious, angry, their footfalls heavy with their enormous size.
Xihuital's enormous heart beat faster. The bellows which made up his lungs inhaled and exhaled with jagged breaths.
What is happening?
Xihuital projected images excitedly into her mind.
Friend! Found friend!
"What kind of friend?" She formed the question, touched the great beast and pic
