Chapter 138: THE LIGHT RETURNS
The tension outside the dungeon gates was palpable, thick like the humidity that hung in the evening air. Elder Scroll stood with his arms crossed, his normally composed demeanour cracking under the weight of the situation. Beside him, Elder Tyron and Mage Ray were silent, each lost in their own thoughts. It had been five long hours since the group of candidates had escaped the dungeon, leaving behind three others, including David De Gor—the most promising candidate of the entire group.
Elder Scroll let out a weary sigh, his eyes fixed on the foreboding stone gates that seemed to mock their anxious wait. "We have no choice," he muttered, his voice low and strained. "We need to return to the Earl and report this immediately. We'll have to request a mage with a higher circle to come and unseal the gates."