Chapter 131: The Tower Spirit's Terrible Idea

Pyroflame Sanctum! Deep in the vast forest that linked the inner sect to the outer grounds, hurried footsteps rushed straight toward Benson Santee's position. *They found me already?* His nerves tightened. The sound closed in fast. Benson sprang upward and slipped into the canopy of a lush, broad-limbed tree. With night and leaves as cover, he held his breath and watched the ground below. Tap! Tap! Tap! A messy, urgent cadence swept past. Two chilling figures moved beneath the tree. Benson...