Draeven sighed, shaking his head. "Why do I even bring you two?"
Reaching into the pouch hanging from his waist, he pulled out a small object. The moment his palm opened, a wave of searing heat exploded outward, forcing Vek'tal and Tzarek to instinctively take a step back.
The boat lurched, rocked by the sudden burst of energy. The octopus-like creature pulling them hissed in agitation, its tentacles gripping the edges tightly. But the heat lasted only a moment—Draeven swiftly sealed the molten core back inside the pouch, his fingers tightening around it. He knew better than to let it linger. If the heat flared for too long, the beast would panic, and an accident in the middle of the magma river was the last thing they needed.
Even though it had only been a glimpse, Vek'tal and Tzarek would never forget what they saw. Vek'tal's voice came out rough, almost disbelieving. "Isn't that... just our heart???"
