Draeven frowned.
After everything he had just heard, going in alone sounded like suicide.
If it had only been him, he might have considered it.
But he was not alone.
Tzarek and Vek'tal were with him.
He liked to joke about dying, but that did not mean he wanted them to die.
He inhaled sharply and steadied himself.
"Alright.
I will do the first task." His gaze locked on Slark. "Will you send someone to take the magus from us?"
Slark chuckled.
"Oh, you do not need to worry about that." His grin widened, showing jagged teeth. "One of us will be watching, hidden in your shadow, seeing everything you do.
Kekeke."
Back with Elvira and Ben, they finally passed through the bland hallway.
The new room was a perfect cube, lined with display cabinets.
Inside the glass, crystals of many colors were arranged in neat rows.
Each crystal was skillfully cut and shaped into something beautiful.
