And Carnage was right!
As everyone's sight was fixated on the props getting bigger and squinted due to the ground lighting up, the roar of calamitous thunder resounded above their heads.
It struck the hall in which they were stuck for the past hour.
Even as mages and warriors above Grade-4, they weren't able to register the happening as the thunder bore a flash within the ceiling of the hall.
In that split second, Golver felt something flying out of his robes beyond his control. It was a folded parchment, but not just any parchment, it was the good fortune his disciple had given him to safe keep.
Once again, he had to helplessly let himself be robbed because first, he couldn't stop it, and second because, at that moment, Carnage's voice rang inside his mind,
"The ancients are dead. Your disciple is alive."
