Bab 240: Whispers of the Future

"Impossible," Soltair cried, angrily jumping to his feet. "No one could have survived that spell. Even with all three of our combined abilities and buffs, we still almost died. Levin tanked the majority of it, but his wounds didn't even recover all the way. There's nothing left of High Valley, or any slave that once lived there."

Victor waited for him to finish, his voice rising in irritation. "That's not strictly true. We found an old church preserved perfectly from the spell. The priest inside wouldn't share much, even with encouragement, but what little we learned indicates there was a red-haired demonkin present at the time of the blast."

"Hearsay and rumors," Soltair said stiffly.