Had he perceived the constraints of the path yesterday whilst clutching Kulus's carcass in one hand, or was he merely wandering through an illusion under the venom's influence?
Upon entering, he noted Sam's absence, and the twin disciples channeling their elemental energies into their pickaxes remained utterly oblivious to his arrival. As the escalating volume of venom ravaged his throat, Mel sought to temper it with a diminutive cough, and only then did they comprehend they were no longer solitary within the diminutive alcove.
The pickaxes they had been utilizing mere moments ago to excise the Energy Crystals glowing upon the wall lay discarded upon the earth, acting as though they had never laid eyes upon him prior. Their panic-stricken disposition impeded their capacity for speech as well, and Mel, scrutinizing them, possessed zero inclination to squander time upon this.
"Step aside!"
