“…….”
My neck joints creaked sideways in halting, jerky motions, like a malfunctioning wind-up doll.
Muriel’s ecstatic expression flooded my entire field of vision.
“We need to gather the six strongest from the Serentra Continent. Then, we’ll ambush Thesilid Argent at the precise moment he’s lost all hope and willpower. He’s faced death so many times that he’ll assume this one’s no different and won’t fight back. How utterly foolish. This time, I have no intention of letting him die so easily.”
“……What, what are you planning?”
The voice scraping out of my throat was so dry and hoarse it didn’t even feel like mine.
“There’s a special, masterless dungeon called the ‘Pit of Atonement.’ Its sky roars with furious lightning, but it’s a bottomless abyss so deep and dark that neither the light nor the sound of the thunder can reach it. I’ll use some…