Chapter 118
Zirani had not expected to wake up to this, to find Aiden, Misty, and Sandra half-dead, with severe injuries and depleted aether reserves. She had been confident that they could handle themselves against anything that came their way as they made it to the entrance to the next floor, but apparently not, as seconds after she'd been woken by the large burst of pain and shock from her bonded she had sensed another presence, far stronger than should naturally exist on this tower floor. It was an arcanist, a two-core arcanist at the fourth level of infusion to be exact, though the power of his aether spoke to something more. There was a foreign presence that had latched itself onto him, deep within his soul, like a parasite that had been welcomed.