Chapter 820: Fiend

The night sky was deep, scattered with stars like dust. Deep in a mountain range, Frank Yale sat cross-legged, unconscious, his face pale as paper, his body covered in wounds that refused to heal. Across from him, Eleanora Jubbs sat cross-legged too, channeling spiritual energy into him without pause. At some point, Frank's body trembled, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His expression twisted in pain, his voice hoarse and dry. "Where am I?" "Everrest Mountain," Eleanora...