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CHAPTER 67: Roots of Betrayal

"My relic," Tunde said.

“Yes, or did you somehow get to the root of it within the rift?” Borus asked, glancing at it.

Tunde glanced at Elder Joran, who had remained silent, calmly observing.

“No, nothing of the sort,” Tunde replied.

The Black Swan was descending slowly, docking on one of the platforms designated for sky vessels. Artificer Borus clapped his hands together as he rose.

“Good! We’ll get to that as soon as I find a place to call my smithy within this gigantic structure you’ve built,” he said with a smile, moving past them, disembarking, and heading toward Black Rock itself.

Tunde turned to the elder, speechless. Joran seemed to take a deep breath before exhaling.

“Be careful,” he said.

“Is something wrong?” Tunde asked.

The elder appeared on edge, turning his gaze toward Jade Peak. “What would make an artificer leave the safety of a city to come to the edge of the wastelands?” Joran asked.