Chapter 39

Kyle cursed under his breath as he navigated the narrow, jagged throat of the cave. The walls pressed in, cold and damp, smelling of ancient dust and stagnant mana. After a month confined within the trial's laboratory and the Shadow Serpent's garden, the silence of the stone was suffocating. He needed movement. He needed the chaotic friction of a real fight to shake off the lethargy of his long isolation. His footsteps, however, were silent. He glanced down at the [Boots of the Roaming Artisan]....