When Kaelith left the room, Ezra decided not to stay here anymore. He had already paid for a room in an inn, and it was still waiting for him. Perhaps the innkeeper would already be looking for him. Or the room would have been given to someone else. He didn't care anyway. He just had to leave this place. He felt that whenever they were ready to slay Dagon, they would find him. He couldn't stand staying in one room as if he was a prisoner. So he decided to leave. He didn't want to be staying with Kaelith the Crimson and other Poison Ivy members. There were things he wanted to do and didn't want them prying into his secrets.

Ezra walked out of the room afterwards. He didn't even look back as he stepped into the cold and empty hallway. There was no need to do so. Their paths had finally ended.He had thought that Mira would journey with him. He had thought that she would endure the hardships with him. He had hoped that she would grow in cultivation with him.But he had been very wrong. She had chosen peace over cultivation. She had chosen an easy life over him.He didn't blame her. He would have done the same if he didn't have the Echelon system. He would have chosen an easy life.He decided not to think about her anymore. She had already made her choice and would live with it. And he had already accepted things as they were. There was no need stressing himself over anything again.It wasn't as if he didn't love her. He loved her very much. But he was willing to let her go if it would interfere with his life. He couldn't trade his life for a peaceful moment with her down here. Neither could he ask her to c

Ezra's footsteps echoed against the cold floor as he moved through the dark passage. The grinding sound of the wall closing faded behind him, leaving him in a tunnel of darkness and silence. The air was damp and thick, every breath carrying the bitter tang of stagnant water. He pressed forward, his hand grazing the wall to steady himself until he saw a glimmer of light in the distance.Well, he was shocked. This was because he could see perfectly in the darkness and didn't need to hold the wall to steady himself. As an intermediate cultivator, he could already rely on the Qi signature of his surroundings to move around.But there was something strangely wrong with this passage. It was as if a more powerful force was being exerted on the secret passage. It was messing up with his senses—restricting his abilities as if there were snakes coiled around him.Perhaps it was as a result of the enchantments or runes placed in the secret passage. After all, no organization would be stupid enou

"You can't give up now..."A whisper came into his mind."You have to fight! Fight!"Another whisper came. And that was when Ezra regained consciousness, which had been slipping in fleeting moments.That was when he gradually came to his senses, realizing what was going on. He was no longer dying and could feel everything right now. He was no longer on the verge of death.The vines squeezed tighter, their coils groaning as they sought to crush the life from Ezra's body. Their pulsing rhythm quickened, feeding hungrily, every tendril determined to drain him to the bone. His breaths came shallow, his vision spotted with black.But in that suffocating darkness, the flicker in his eyes grew. He couldn't give up right now. No matter how the odds were against him.Something within him stirred. Something within him raised its head. Something clawed its way out of the deepest recesses of his subconscious.It was will. Absolute will.Ezra gritted his teeth, forcing his aura into focus. His bod

"Ah..." Ezra Drew in a long, steady breath, letting the bitter taste of anger fade on his tongue. The silence of the Echelon system still lingered like a weight in his chest, but he forced it to the back of his mind.There are more important things to do, he thought within himself. Rewards are not everything...Although it still angered him, dwelling on it now would change nothing. His body was steady, his Qi replenished. It was time to move.His earlier goal was to escape from the Poison Ivy headquarters. He was almost halfway through with it. Although the situation might suddenly become dire based on his luck, he doubted it. There was nothing that could stop him again. He had left the Poison Ivy headquarters behind.The damp sewers stretched before him like the veins of some dying beast. He rose to his feet, brushing dirt and filth from his clothes—as if it would stop his clothes from stinking."There..." he said as he followed the faint glow that seeped through the cracks above. Ea