Chapter 189: The secret room
"Done."
Irwin blinked as the single word ripped him awake from the daydreaming semi-sleep he'd drifted off in. Daubutim sat at the table, head in his hands, elbows on the table, and the book shoved to the side.
"Are you alright?" Irwin asked.
"Fine," Daubutim muttered. As he looked up, face pale and drawn, Irwin saw that his eye was a dull amber with no red bolt of lightning remaining. It almost looked like when he'd have one of his episodes.
Irwin rose and walked over worriedly.
"Don't worry about young Daubutim," Gelwin said, causing Irwin to hesitate and look at the ancient sorcerer. "He has done something that proves he can become one of the future carriers of history. This, however, is never easy, and he will need some rest. Now, there are two paths you may take, and neither of them is easy."
Irwin looked at Daubutim, who forced a smile at him.
"Okay, and what are those?" Irwin asked.
"You can head back right away, and young Daubutim can use the runes to change the endpoint of the portal to point toward one of the three locations he has learned."
I thought that was what we were going to do? Irwin thought, slightly confused.
"The other option is to exit this tower and contact the remaining sorcerers," Gelwin said.
"What? Why would we do that?" Irwin asked, shaking his head in disbelief.