Marcus Grant was a special child. Anything he wanted, he could have with a snap of his fingers. But life like that gets boring. He snapped away comfort, and his power, and thrust himself into a new world. One with new people to meet, new things to do, and new challenges to conquer. If you enjoy, be sure to drop some stones! You can contact me here: Discord: Stormzz#4473 My other work (WSA): https://www.webnovel.com/book/system-of-legends-i-will-lead-them-all!_23117959906254205
There were far less people in the abandoned building that the Cult had used, than there was the last time that Marcus was there, but the presence of beings within was only increased.
As they approached the building, a feeling that Marcus and Tess remembered all too well washed over their bodies. A feeling of their very strength being forcibly taken from their bodies.
"Is that…" Tess began.
"Caleveh," Marcus said in agreement.
As the three of them entered the building, they found Elanor unbound and sat in a chair, along with Elias and Caleveh.
"Elanor, you alright?" Tess asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I haven't been hurt, or anything," Elanor replied.
"Of course not. Why would we hurt her? We only wanted her here so that he would come to us," Elias said, his gaze focused on Marcus.
"What do you want with him?" Elciya asked.
"We only wish to give him answers. Answers that you would not."
"What does he mean?" Tess asked.