A single crimson crystal, as large as a carriage, throbbed from the palace roof, pumping demonic energy into the canyon, much like a heart forces poison through veins.
Hundreds of elite Malevolent Path Hall cultivators in sable robes stalked the courtyard, their murderous auras dwarfing those of the fodder Jared and Flaxseed had just slaughtered. Yet two figures eclipsed them all, Dioz and Varek. They stood at the vanguard like twin vipers guarding the nest.
Dioz noticed something, and his head jerked toward the mouth of the gorge.
The instant he spotted the intruders, fear flashed across his eyes only to curdle into venom. "Jared? Flaxseed? How dare you crawl this deep into our base?!"
Varek's face twisted into a grin as ragged as torn parchment. He leveled his bone-white sword, its edge dripping spectral mist. "Last time, you scuttled away. This time, I'll grind your bodies to chalk and feed your divine souls to my blade..."
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