"The Prophet needs to be rescued." Silvanus spoke slowly, then turned and walked away.
Drake reacted instantly, leaping to his feet—nearly kicking his chair aside—as he lunged toward the door, roaring, "Wait! Say it properly!"
But by the time he reached the doorway, Silvanus's figure had vanished entirely, as if the person who had just stood there a moment ago was nothing but an illusion.
Bang!
Drake slammed his fist against the door, the sheer force creating a thunderous sound. The newly replaced door shook violently and collapsed again.
But at that moment, Frank didn't even glance at the door. He looked at Drake in a calming voice, "Alright, if Priest Silvanus said that, there must be a reason. After all, the Prophet is likely still safe for now. All you need to do is follow Silvanus's instructions and enter the dungeon."
Drake's face was cold, and he sneered, "What the hell is he doing that he needs someone to rescue him?"
