Inside the dimly lit stretch of a dark tunnel, laughter once lost echoed, accompanied by merry chatter, gulps, and burps, as the savory smell of roasted meat wafted.
The air wasn't so stale, and the atmosphere wasn't as somber anymore.
Nighttime had already arrived, and the wizards of the Imperium were an hour away from possibly their last battle, not only in eastern Maegrath but in their lives.
They weren't sure what the situation outside the sealed entrance was.
Were there five thousand Fell Beasts and more than a hundred Fellkin waiting for them?
Would they reunite with Zephyron, or his cold corpse?
Not a single one of them knew.
For now…
Meanwhile, at a corner and hidden by [Dark Ward], Hal tapped away.
When would be the most appropriate time to use his Chaos Points, if not now?
In fact, he requested that Cedar make the break a bit longer to give himself some extra time to strengthen himself—level up a few spells in his arsenal and gain new ones.
