After passing three shrines and destroying three Ironclad Soul guard squads, Rowan's team reached the ancient temple ruins at the center of the island.
From their landing until now, the journey had not been particularly difficult.
Talanji stared blankly at the crumbling temple, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Was this really the same team that had been utterly helpless against the island's fog?
How had everything changed overnight?
The entire team had suddenly found the right direction. Without stopping to think or deliberate once along the way, they had effortlessly reached their destination.
"How did you find this shortcut?" Full of questions, Talanji walked up behind Rowan and asked in a low voice.
Rowan was arranging their battle plan for entering the ruins.
There were no guards outside the ancient, dilapidated temple, which puzzled him.
At this point, there was little reason to hide anything. Suppressing a laugh, Rowan answered with feigned composure, "I've got you to thank for that."
Talanji's lips went pale, and her head rang.
Impossible! Was I being used?
That night!
Her questions resolved themselves one after another, turning into an oppressive weight that pressed down on Talanji until she could barely breathe.
"What do you mean?" Talanji refused to admit defeat, let alone admit that she had been played for a fool.
Rowan did not go in for the killing blow with more mockery. After all, the little princess had considerable pride, and he could hardly crush it every day.
"Exactly what I said."
Hearing his answer, Talanji wanted to die.
She had been willing to burn bridges to force the death god Bwonsamdi into making a decision. After everything she had sacrificed, all she had accomplished was exposing the temple housing the spell that formed the fog.
Am I an idiot?
"You! Are you