1232 One Shotting Silvaris
As Michael and Gaya concluded their transactions, their collection of rare artifacts had grown impressively. The adventurers who parted with their treasures did so with a mix of relief and envy, the sting of their loss softened by the cure but sharpened by the sight of their now richer, more powerful benefactors.
"Damn, to think my family's heirloom just bought me a tiny vial of hope," one adventurer muttered, casting a longing look back at the duo who were preparing to leave.
"Should've been us making that killing," another grumbled, eyeing the treasures now in Michael and Gaya's possession with barely concealed envy.
Yet, those without the mark, who had watched the spectacle unfold, couldn't hide their jealousy. "Lucky bastards, turning a curse into a fortune," one said bitterly, his words echoing the sentiment of many around him.
Unfazed by the mixed reactions, Michael and Gaya turned to leave, with their focus now on the distant castle. As they dashed forward, they left a trail of black lightning bolts, which still stunned the adventures.
Witnessing their departure, Elrion stepped forward, rallying the remaining adventurers with a resolute voice. "Let's not dawdle here. There's more to this dungeon, and we will soon leave this place," he declared, his leadership pulling the fragmented groups together.
In addition to the adventures, Lysandra also nodded in agreement before following them behind. Her calm demeanor and presence instilled confidence and calmness in the adventures.
As Michael and Gaya approached the massive gray castle shrouded in mist, they both paused to take in its ominous presence. "Creepy place, huh?" Gaya remarked, her voice echoing slightly in the open expanse before the castle. "Looks like something straight out of a nightmare."
The castle itself loomed over them, its towering spires piercing the fog like fingers stretching towards the bleak sky. Ancient, withered vines crept up its stone walls, and the heavy iron gate creaked ominously as Michael pushed it open with a confident stride. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with a foreboding silence, only broken by their footsteps as they ascended the worn stone stairs to the massive throne hall's doors.
Sensing only one life sign within who Michael undoubtedly knew belonged to Jin, pushed the heavy gate open with a determined push. The gate creaked loudly, breaking the eerie silence that surrounded the castle. They made their way up the winding stairs, the sound of their footsteps the only thing accompanying them until they reached a large door at the end of the hallway.
Without hesitation, Michael opened the door, revealing a vast throne hall. As they took several steps forward, the door shut with a resounding thud behind them. Then suddenly, an array of bright lights lit the hall, revealing the vastness of the room and the elaborate throne sitting ominously at the far end.
The grandeur of the hall, with its high ceilings and intricate designs, was momentarily breathtaking, but what caught their attention was the sight of Jin, hanging unconscious from his hands tied to the ceiling.
"Is he dead?" Gaya asked, squinting at Jin's motionless form.
"Not yet," Michael replied, a slight grin forming as he cracked his neck, ready for what was to come. "But it looks like Silvaris has left us quite the welcoming party." Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
As the two of them eyeing Jin, the assassin slowly opened his eyes.
"Someone... help," he gasped as his voice was filled with pain and barely audible over the silence of the grand hall.
Hearing Jin's call for aid, Gaya couldn't help but let out a snicker. "Look who's begging for help now! Thought you could steal our map and beat us to the punch, huh?" she taunted, her words sharp as knives.
"Hang in there, buddy," Michael said with a slight smirk playing on his lips at the situation Jin found himself in.
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