Chapter 34: The Horror Beneath Dunehaven - 2
Old Man Mark stood at the cavern's edge, staring into the dark where Ash had fallen. The lantern's glow carved sharp lines across his face, hiding whatever thoughts stirred behind his steady gaze.
A man shifted nearby, his voice tight.
"So... do we listen to the kid?"
Mark didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on the void below.
"Do you think he'll survive?"
No one spoke. They didn't need to. Even Master stage users would think twice before facing something like that. And Grand Masters? They were rare as stars. Those boys didn't stand a chance.
Mark let out a slow breath.
"Good." His voice cut through the silence.
"I won't risk the settlement. Right now, they're keeping the worm busy. Get the Nightveil Drought and pour it on that one."
He nodded toward Max, still lying unconscious.
A woman stepped forward, the lantern light catching the cold edge in her eyes. She pulled a small vial from her satchel, the liquid inside swirling in a deep violet spiral. Nightveil Drought—strong enough to drop even the fiercest fighters for days.