"We need to move."
Raven stared down at the unconscious figure stretched out across the dark floor of the cavern.
Morgan had been out cold for hours, his body rigid beneath his cloak.
Every few minutes, a violent tremor would ripple through his limbs. Morgan mumbled incoherently, his jaw clenched so tight the tendons in his neck stood out like corded steel.
Beneath his pale eyelids, his pupils darted back and forth in a frantic, rapid rhythm—it was almost as though he was drowning in the dark depths of delirium.
Valerius gave her a long, unreadable look, then slowly shook his head.
"Not yet."
Raven held the golden-eyed man's gaze, searching his face for any sign of doubt, before letting out a long, weary sigh that misted into the frigid air.
"Our objective has not changed," Valerius said calmly.
"These ruins hold the answers to your friend's condition and his Void abilities. I intend to get both. But first we must deal with the obstacle at hand."
