Randall and the others threw a glance at Liam, but quickly dismissed him to refocus on the word-carved boulders. Only Melissa lingered in her inspection a bit longer, but Liam's cold look soon met her green eyes, making her divert her gaze.
'This cell only has enough resources for ten seeds,' Liam recalled the white-masked man's words as he looked deep into the collapsed entrance. 'How big is the Divine Cult?'
In hindsight, it made sense for the Divine Cult to have multiple locations and a long history. After all, the hooded jailers had intercepted the Guild's caravan and had a place ready to mold the kidnapped kids into mindless weapons.
Such a ploy required extensive preparations, and Liam couldn't know whether he had been part of the first batch of kidnapped children even if he limited his reasoning to the structure that had kept him caged for months.
