Chapter 200: Stubborn
Irwin walked back through the narrow streets, his card back to a quarter full, but his head still pounding. He wished his healing and endurance would work against the overuse of soul power.
He had taken over an hour to scour the entire second floor, but no sign of the purple mist remained. That didn't mean there wasn't any, he knew, just that he couldn't find it.
"We've decided on two of our other scouts," Brownyn said, walking beside him.
He looked as bad as Irwin felt, and he guessed talking with the other captains had been tiring.
"I presume there aren't five or more cards with them right now?" Irwin asked.
"No," Bronwyn muttered, turning to him." You had a lot of cards… please tell me you didn't need all of them for my heartcard?"
"No," Irwin said. "But what I have left is either needed for something else or very rare."
Bronwyn grimaced." So you can't spare five or more cards?"
Irwin thought for a bit, then shrugged. "I'll check when we get back, but I'm not sure."
He knew he had around forty cards left, which seemed like barely any to him. He'd brought so many when he left Fiverion and had imagined it would be more than enough.
We need more cards, he thought.
"You said the demons drop more cards," he said. "Did you mean from portals or also from surges?"