Chapter 293: The Traitor's Monologue
The tunnel was dark, damp, and smelled of sulfur, but to Ren Dover, it smelled like victory.
He sprinted through the twisted root passage, his boots splashing in shallow puddles of black sap. The bioluminescent moss here was dim, flickering with a dying pulse, but Ren didn't need light. He had [Shadow Cloak] and the adrenaline of a successful heist coursing through his veins.
He reached a fork in the tunnel and slowed to a halt, pressing his back against the wall to catch his breath.
He reached into his belt pouch and pulled out the crystal vial. Even through the leather, he could feel the warmth of the [Life Dew].
"Too easy," Ren whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.
He pulled a small, jagged stone from his pocket—a [Whisper Stone], linked directly to a frequency that bypassed the Zone of Silence.
He channeled a sliver of mana into it.
"Master," Ren spoke into the stone.
