A Definite Lead

Hadrumei stood in the middle of the dark cave that had imploded, the remnants of Phelan's hideout scattered around him in a chaotic heap of stone and debris. The oppressive atmosphere hung thickly in the air, mirroring the grim expressions shared between him and Titanium Hammer. Five hundred meters away, the battle had raged, but now, there was no sign of Phelan. As Evil Sorcerer Soul Thief had stated, he had indeed bought enough time for Phelan to escape.

They had failed the mission.

"Lord Titanium, can we use the soul contract to cause some soul damage to him?" Hadrumei asked, desperate for any solution that might salvage their failure.