Hex inspected the dark crystal. It was similar in shape and size as the one gained from the Sand Burial Monarch. It was still in his possession. When Sterling and he parted ways, Old Man Perl still hadn't recovered.
It proved difficult to wait until they returned to the hotel so he could dive into it. But he had to wait. He didn't want to leave his physical body unguarded amidst people he didn't trust. The least in the presence of an Enlightened Knight who eyed him with suspicion.
The petite man who led the Guardians in cleaning up the mess in the little village glanced now and then in his direction, obviously interested in knowing how he had removed the darkness cladding the area for years.
He certainly didn't buy Elize's half-hearted explanation about his superior affinity with Darkness. Even Hex wouldn't buy such an excuse. After all, in the long history of Wrixia, they didn't lack experts of several elemental affinities.
