In the abandoned tunnel, Lumian's eyes snapped open.
Unintended slumber had overtaken him, but it also served to rejuvenate his spirituality. At the very least, the pounding in his head had ebbed away, and the searing fire coursing through his veins, organs, and flesh had altogether abated.
Lumian's sight plunged into unadulterated darkness. His hands groped for the lantern that had been snuffed out, and after lighting it, he noticed Jenna. Clad in the guise of a female mercenary, she sat diagonally across from him. She reclined against the tunnel's wall, her gaze affixed to the dark-green canvas backpack and the five ritualistic hides splayed before her.
Sensing the corresponding motion, Jenna looked up at Lumian.
After scrutinizing him for a few seconds, she playfully jested, "Finally, you're no longer as annoying."
Have the negative effects of the Decency brooch been lifted? Lumian instinctively exhaled a sigh of relief.
