The sprawling underground space seemed to go silent instantly, and only the sound of the trickling lava beneath could be heard.
Eventually, the heat in the air began to cool off as well.
Whew!
Seeing as it had been silent for a while, Veron and Bowen exchanged a glance from where they had been hiding in the crack before walking out carefully.
Had they all died?
Seeing as there was no one in sight, Veron began to tremble in fear. The flames of the Three-legged Golden Birds had been powerful enough to turn all the black armored army riders into ash— she had seen it for herself.
Thus, it was entirely possible that the birds had wiped out everyone else present.
Veron was of the opinion that Janoff, Tyson and all of their men had been burned to death. She did not know that Janoff and Tyson had escaped.
"They're gone," Bowen mused as he took a deep breath, scanning his surroundings. "It looks like the Three-legged Golden Birds burned them all to death."
As he spoke, Bowen cast a wary glance at the stone walls around him. "How strange, where did those golden birds go?" Him and Veron had not dared to peek out in the slightest when they had been hiding in the wall, and did not know what had just happened at all.
Veron said in a light voice, "I'm not too sure. They must have gone back into the lava."
Whew!
Bowen took a deep breath, scrambling to say, "Well, let's get out of here while we can." As he spoke, he could not help stealing a glance at the magical bow on the stone ledge.
He would be lying if he said he didn't want the magical bow at all. Yet seeing as so many people had died trying to get it, he was probably better off not thinking about it.
Veron nodded, moving to leave with Bowen.
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