The journey through the tunnels was slow, filled with eerie silence and the occasional distant echo of something unseen shifting in the darkness.
Thankfully though, they hadn't managed to run into any threats.
Kain couldn't help but recall Malzahir's impressive feat of traversing this relic for days—maybe even weeks or months, since they'd lost track of time—and not running into a single threat.
Now his good luck seemed to have extended to Kain and Serena.
'Luck truly is such a crazy, intangible thing…'
Yet, as Kain pocketed another faintly glowing fragment, a sharp pulse ran through him, a fleeting moment of nausea followed by something worse—a whisper of hunger. It faded as quickly as it came, but the taste of it lingered at the back of his mind. It was happening more often now.
Each time they stumbled upon another core fragment, Kain took it without a word, knowing that when nighttime arrived it would bring another opportunity to improve his strength.
