Hideout

Since the only thing to do was to move forward, Bailong opened his eyes with the determination to train.

However, the thick smell of rotten eggs, that meant stale blood, made him gag. The smokiness of Sevir was very faint. He shot up and looked about. RuIng was still sleeping. He shook the man. “Where is Sevir?”

RuIng shot up like an arrow, looked around with a frown. “He is not of here and does not know how beasts treat humans,” and shot past the illusionary wall. He followed, worried about Sevir’s new identity.

In bright daylight, straight ahead of him, for a more than a li, the cave’s entrance was barely visible. Last night’s twinkling light was closer. What was going on? Suddenly, the cave trembled silently and a few stones fell along with his answer. A few apprentices and masters raised their hands on the wall. Mud and leaves swirled and a metal net weaved in the air, extending the entrance of the cave.