"You've recovered," Jenna whispered to Lumian.
She refrained from speaking loudly, fearing that it might agitate her companion and trigger the same mutation again. Plus, there was the concern of attracting the ominous giant's attention, shrouded in smoke and rain that made it elusive.
Lumian locked eyes with Jenna and realized from the reflection that he was back to normal.
Subconsciously, he responded, "This means the Hostel ritual, conducted by the heretics using me as a template, has ended…"
Suddenly alert, Lumian scanned the area.
With the Hostel ritual concluded, he anticipated the arrival of the evil gods' bestowed from the other twelve rooms.
His gaze focused on an unusual area adorned with pale-black stone bricks, dominating the scenery.
It sprawled out, filling Lumian's field of view, except for where it stopped short of the distant grand city and the colossal figure amidst the turbulent weather.
