Elyon swallowed hard, trying to push the memory away, but the sensation lingered. 'If he decides to use that again… none of these people will even have the chance to scream.'
Across the city, the Drowned Crescent Cult members shifted uncertainly. The low murmurs among them carried both confusion and fear. Some had no idea who Lin Mu was—only that he and his group had cut their way down here through every obstacle without slowing. But for those who did know, like Lame Yu, there was no doubt.
"That's really him," Lame Yu croaked from where he had collapsed, his voice trembling as he pointed a shaking finger. "That's the one who ended the Crimson Root Branch. We… we can't fight him. We'll die."
Some turned to glare at him, thinking he was trying to sow panic. But then they caught sight of his face—ashen, sweat pouring down despite the cool underground air—and the sneer faded from their lips.
