Chapter 605: Enemies closer
The Sky Seed Depravitas moved at extreme speed, pushing themselves to the limit to return to the plaza. Despite their efforts, Vlad, Jormungandr, Ouroboros, and Fafnir arrived nearly fifteen minutes past the arranged meeting time.
All four frowned, displeased by their lateness; they believed respecting someone meant respecting their time. Fortunately, they saw only Agamenon and Zalasar waiting. There was no sign of Hadrina—the paladin—or the twin mages, Titus and Crixus.
Agamenon and Zalasar cast a brief glance at the approaching Depravitas. Neither seemed bothered by the delay nor did they show any hint of disapproval.
In truth, arriving late was bad, but being the last to arrive was worse. And from the visible injuries on Vlad, Jormungandr, Ouroboros, and Fafnir, it was obvious that they had run into complications.
"Are you all fine?" Agamenon asked, his tone genuinely concerned. He knew the constitutions of Depravitas were formidable, but any lingering weakness could threaten the group’s overall well-being in such a hostile environment.
"We’ll be fine, thanks," Vlad replied, offering a short smile. He appreciated Agamenon’s concern, but his focus quickly shifted to the condition of Agamenon and Zalasar. Despite the dangers of the ruins, neither man seemed to have any injuries, nor did they appear fatigued. "You two look like you had an easier time," Vlad noted, curious.
Agamenon and Zalasar both sighed and shook their heads in evident frustration. "We faced no danger at all," Zalasar explained. "On our route, we only found some old residences, and there wasn’t much else. No traps...no enemies...nothing."
In theory, avoiding peril was fortunate; however, from their expressions, Vlad could tell Agamenon and Zalasar felt annoyed. Encountering no enemies often meant discovering no treasure, runic relics, or anything truly interesting. The entire expedition was here for resources and knowledge—facing zero opposition usually suggested the potential spoils were minimal.
Before the conversation could continue, everyone’s attention shifted to three approaching figures. Even from a distance, Vlad recognized Hadrian and the twin mages Titus and Crixus. As they drew closer, the severity of their wounds became undeniable. Hadriana’s left arm hung limply at her side as though her shoulder had been shattered. The twins sported numerous cuts and bruises across their bodies.