"At once!" Morvane bowed and slipped an arm beneath Luther's to guide him out. Their retreating footsteps echoed softer, urgency cushioned by hope.
Elder Gloam shifted his attention to Jared again. "Young Jared, I sense wounds on you as well. If you do not mind, remain in Nether City and heal."
The offer sounded more like advice delivered by a physician who already knew the diagnosis.
"The nether aura here is unusually thick," he continued, "And it may harmonize with that rare power within you. Consider it an unexpected boon."
A faint smile softened the elder's ancient features for half a heartbeat. Exactly the invitation Jared had been hoping for. He cupped his fists. "Then I shall impose on your hospitality and thank you for it."
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