As the shrieks of the two disciples from the Twentieth Ward tore through the emerald veil and journeyed into the depths of the mine, Sam froze in place without uttering a single syllable. His scrawny legs struggled to support his frame; though they trembled, they succeeded in fulfilling their duty.
"This is a far simpler method of eradication. You need not concern yourselves with me any longer; continue doing whatever it is you ordinarily do!"
The Dragon Claw had depleted a fraction of the energy it had amassed, yet Mel remained resolute in his intent to rise and vacate the alcove where the others lingered. The disciples of the Twentieth Ward did not appear eager to impede him; the decision they rendered was hardly peculiar for anyone who had witnessed the preceding event.
