Chapter 105: The Lover

The handprints on the walls were giving off warmth.

 Nate felt like he was being watched.

He knew that that was a silly thing to feel. The serpent had been the boss mob. Surely, there was nothing left now.

Pala had the core in a container, from which it wasn't going to be able to run away.

And…

Nate heard a pebble roll at the end of the hall. He pressed himself in a nook in the walls.

 Waiting.

The steps were soft. Nate counted them.

One, two, three… tap, tap, tap.

Whoever was coming his way either had a walking stick or a staff. For once, Nate berated himself for never learning how to read mana.

He gripped his dagger. The hilt digging into his flesh. His hands were slippery.

A beat of sweat ran down his chin and dropped to the ground.

The steps stopped.