Staring at Cressida, who was barely hanging on to her life, Thoren knitted his brow in deep thought.
"A cult," he whispered to himself.
This was the first time he had ever heard of a cult operating among the human awakeners. He had thought the Slave Trade Guild was already a vermin that needed to be destroyed completely.
But now, he realized he had been wrong. He had just stepped into puddle water with an unknown and treacherous depth.
And if he was not very careful, he might be swallowed alive without ever knowing why.
The more he thought about the situation, the more he realized this was no longer a simple skirmish between a few young human awakeners.
This was something far more sinister.
Something older than he could ever have imagined.
'Whoever or whatever they are, as long as I become strong enough, I will destroy them all,' he thought, and his conviction to grow stronger burned like never before.
Apart from that grim realization, he understood something else.
