Chapter 417: The Price of Belief
Meanwhile Back At The Cave;
Kairen couldn't move.
His legs trembled so violently that he had to lock his knees just to remain standing, every muscle screaming for him to run while his mind refused to catch up with what his ears had just heard.
The beast had spoken. And it wasn't that he had just made an incomprehensible noise. It wasn't nonsense or something strange that he hadn't heard before. No, this was clear. Yes, he counted his words a bit, but one could make sense of what the beast said. It was clear and coherent.
Morven stood rigid beside Lysandra, his grip tight around the hilt of his sword, knuckles pale. Lysandra herself stared openly now, her usual sharp composure fractured by disbelief and unease.
The cave seemed to hold its breath around them.
The beast tilted its head slightly, studying their frozen expressions with mild curiosity.
"…Is there a problem?" he asked calmly. "You look as though you've seen a ghost."
