Chapter 68
Zeth stood at the top of his staircase, right below the trapdoor that led out into the forest clearing, listening to the people who had just discovered evidence of his base.
“I felt it,” one of them said. “It was like a magically induced fear.”
“Now do you believe that there’s something here?”.
“Yeah. Yeah, there is. Keep your guard up, there might be someone around.”
“What, like, listening to us?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you think they were listening to me pee earlier?”
“Shut the fuck up and keep your eyes on the treeline. They could be anywhere. If there’s magic going on here, that means it’s either some sort of automatic trap that’s been set, or someone did it manually. Either way, it means we’re in trouble.”
Zeth had to do something before they decided to retreat back to their base and spread the word. If the cabal heard about their findings, he’d have an army of Blood Mages—as well as Inquisitors, most likely—invading within hours.