295 The Cultists

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(A few minutes ago…)

After leaving over half of his group behind to deal with the Immortal Players, Jeremias rushed forward, crossing the rest of the Caves atop the Brainwashed Drakon Emperor he had tamed using Miasmic Magic.

A smile surged on his lips as he finally found the entrance moving towards the depths of the caves and the underground of the Forest of Beginnings, the Heart of Verdant and perhaps even of the world, where most Spirits were born!

"The Root Forest, it is finally here!"

He quickly charged forward, only to be stopped by an invisible wall made of powerful Spiritual Energy!

CRAAASH!

"Uuuggh…!"

"RAAARRR!"

The Drakon he mounted roared in pain, stepping back fearfully.

"Easy there boy… I know it hurts, but you've gotta… You know, pull through."

Jeremias smiled, quickly gathering his Miasmic Magic into the tip of his Staff, and then conjuring a powerful forbidden Spell into his Drakon Emperor!

FLUOOOOSSSH!

"ROOOARRRR!"