Chapter: 627

The poor skeleton slowly climbed up the rockface, having some trouble with its one arm. Jay decided not to let Sweeper eat bones to heal as it was going to be left behind to watch Jay's tail. It would simply be a waste.

“Hmm, maybe I should make this a regular practice… Sweeper can be like a rear-guard of sorts – or at least an early warning system for when it dies…” he smiled, giving his arm a good scratch as it had been itching since he came closer to the desert.

Sweeper had clambered on the rock and was looking around like a sentry.

Jay sat back on his throne and was carried along the rocky slope between the desert and the mountains.

After travelling for a few hours between the natural narrow passageway between the mountain and the desert, the air became quite dry.