Zephyrion hid in the pitch darkness, observing a pair of sanguines conversing below. Through the air, he could tell how many people were around.
'Two at the front, nineteen more inside.'
The number was fewer than his estimate. Still, this cave held the largest gathering of sanguines he'd seen since entering the cavern, and also the brightest light. Using the darkness here would be next to impossible.
Zephyrion would very much like to avoid this cave, but unfortunately, he could also feel several bound figures within it. Cadets.
Given every cadet they'd met so far, as well as the sanguines' numbers, Zephyrion imagined this was where the elites were held. Kaelion, the city lords' descendants, and the other promising cadets. It was also most likely the last cave.
'After this, it's over.'
