The Moonbeam Greatsword in Shade's hand did not vanish. Due to the increase in his own power, fine runes had appeared on the translucent silver blade. Of course, it still could not compare to Miss Olanord's sword in the Thousand Tree Forest.
His eyes warily watched the Blood Mist as the remaining dozen or so bats gathered together, transforming into a pale-faced, yellow-haired middle-aged man who looked as though he might die at any moment.
The frightened little boy trotted over to the man and grabbed his hand. The boy also had yellow hair, and judging by their hair color, they really could be related.
"Thank you for your help."
The middle-aged man cautiously thanked Shade, still using the Kartherian Language. He was also quite wary of Shade. The boy he held hid behind him, as though afraid of strangers.
"You mean you came in from outside to rescue people?"
Shade asked in Delarion Language. The middle-aged Bloodkin understood, but likely could not speak it, so after nodding, he continued in Kartherian Language:
"Yes. Our clan has a special talent that allows us to communicate through our souls via bloodline connections. I used that talent in reverse and set up a ritual, allowing my nephew to pull me in here as well. When we tried to return, we unfortunately encountered that thing. Did you also come in here voluntarily from outside?"
Shade nodded, but did not explain what he had done. Instead, he asked:
"Are there any other living people here?"
"I don't know. I haven't been here for very long either."
The middle-aged man said awkwardly. His slightly narrow, feminine eyes narrowed as he looked at the little boy behind him. Though still frightened, the boy spoke in fits and starts:
"There are people. There are a lot of