Time ran on the edge of a blade. If the remaining demonic souls broke loose, entire realms could fall.
Finding Roaring Storm Bell was only half their task. They also had to rip the unseen puppeteer from the shadows and sever the demon plot at its root.
The pair left Roaring Storm Mountain behind and arrowed straight toward Breeze Town.
Tucked in Jared's robe lay the token Alice had gifted him, a master key to Whispers Tower, one of the few information houses on level six willing to traffic in every faction's secrets, for the right price.
They touched down at the eastern alley of town, before a weather-worn wooden shack whose lintel bore a tiny gear marking, the discreet charm of Whispers Tower.
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