Chapter 2679
Iker’s warning lingered in the air like a curse, pressing down on the cave until even the sound of breathing felt heavy.
After the supplies were distributed, there were no more surprises—only a wary silence, the kind born from exhaustion and despair.
The water and dry food were divided evenly. Grace kept the box of healing pills close, saving them for emergencies.
Everyone ate in silence, chewing the coarse rations that tasted like sand and ash.
In the far corner, two gravely wounded guards slumped against the rock wall, their faces ghostly pale. One of them, still suffering from the mist shadow’s wound, had a patch of bandages across his chest already darkened by a creeping gray hue. The deathly aura continued to spread; his shallow, ragged breaths betrayed how close he was to the end.
The other had lost an arm. Though the bleeding had stopped, the agony and blood loss left him half-conscious, groaning incoherently in fevered delirium.