Chapter 5268 Here Comes Drystan
- Mid-afternoon sun poured through sword-shaped lattice windows of Swordmaster City, casting slanted shards of light across the blue-gray flagstones.
- Jared and Flaxseed sat in the room, bent over a broad map of the Darkwind Gorge. Around them lay fresh talisman papers—Flaxseed's newest scouting charms—still humming with faint spiritual residue. He tapped one sheet with a weathered fingertip. “That place drips with toxic miasma. My charms will carry us for only a short distance before we're choking on the foulness.”
- Their planning shattered beneath the shriek of splintering metal outside, followed by a chorus of shocked cries from the market yard. Flaxseed shot upright, stuffed his talismans into his tunic, and barked, “D*mn it—sounds like trouble worth watching!”