Chapter 119: Seeing Him

The three had faces carved of stone. Solas was using his mandate to open a tunnel. Pan's dungeon, for all that it was on the border with the Necromantic Union, was still in Solaria.

But not even Solas would have been able to bring an army through the narrow tunnel.

A tunnel which was getting hotter and hotter.

Already, Brandon had stuffed his fur-lined coat in his bottomless bag.

Doran was shirtless, his chest sleek with sweat, and as much as Solas wanted to enjoy the view, he had more pressing issues.

He could feel necromantic mana up ahead.

He grinned. Oh, he hadn't fought with just his natural mana since he had been young!

For ten years, he had expected that the necromantic mana Nick had injected him with was going to save the day.

He knew now that he needed the good old fireball and firestorm!

"Breeze," he whispered. A soft wind ran up ahead of them. A wind with a timer.