Rain continued to pour. After over an hour, the darkness had mostly disappeared from Harry's face, and he'd also regained consciousness.
Denvor was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his eyes closed, mumbling to himself.
"Sir, did that woman get away?" Harry asked Isaac weakly.
At that moment, Denvor opened his eyes and smiled wryly. "The Deviant Cult's escape spell is hard to catch up with. My hypothesis was wrong, I didn't expect that woman to be Eminente from the Deviant Cult!"
"Eminente from the Deviant Cult? She looked so young!" Harry looked at him in surprise.
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