"ASHRAEL!!!!"
A violent gust slammed against Zephyrion, whipping his hair and clothes. He narrowed his eyes, now staring into the chasm with caution. That scream… it hadn't come from a beast. It was unmistakably human.
The town head turned to Zephyrion, his expression uneasy.
"That scream… I-it must be the soldiers! They're still alive! What do we do, my lord? We have to save them!"
That was most likely the case. Which meant rescuing them from the Gravemaws would actually earn them more merit for the mission. Still, Zephyrion made no move to enter, remaining rooted to the spot as though contemplating his next course of action.
The town head glanced nervously at the chasm before turning back to him. "M-my lord Lightning Prince, on second thought, if this really is their lair, shouldn't we return and request reinforcements first? I mean, if we go in now, we'll be horribly outnumbered!"
