“You afraid?” he asked, my brother’s voice a little too loud in the silence.
I smirked. Naethan was two years younger, but he was always the one looking out for me. “Terrified,” I replied. “You?”
He laughed nervously. “Oh, I’m just shitting my pants over here.”
I gave him a reassuring smile and nodded. “Let’s go.”
He nodded back, suddenly serious, and threw his hood over his messy hair. “Let’s go,” he echoed softly as we began our descent into the city.
The City of Graves stretched out for miles below us. On every side of its periphery, the earth rose and then sloped upwards, sinking the city a hundred metres from ground level. The earth hissed under our f