"It's been a while. Do you think that he is really okay down there?" Meloman furrowed his brows as he looked at the dunes in the distance.
The hole Damon had plummeted through was no longer open, and the desert looked as calm and still as if nothing had ever happened there. Not even a trace of poison lingered in the air anymore, something that, in itself, felt profoundly wrong.
Actually, this was to be expected. While their Dune of Graves openly showcased the deadly miasma, the endless caverns were basically a death trap that caught innocent passersby. That was not the surprising part.
The thing was… the man the caverns swallowed this time was neither innocent nor a simple passerby.
"He is most definitely fine. Otherwise, our contracts would have been nullified already." Narsi replied as a matter of fact. Such a thing would truly be a pity, but such was the world. One day, there was a new overlord, and the next day, the world would continue to breathe even if he ceased to exist.
