"That wasn't its main body," Bruce muttered, fists clenching. "Just a fragment… a scout."
The implication was heavy.
If a mere splinter of its soul could do this, then the true Invader was on an entirely different level.
Bruce looked around the ruined dungeon, jaw tightening.
"…I need to get stronger. Fast."
His eyes hardened.
"What if the boss beast had been just a little stronger when it possessed it?"
The thought lingered.
And for the first time since coming to Velmora,
Bruce felt urgency.
He let out a slow breath, the heat-scarred dungeon still faintly steaming around him. "Where's the location of this dungeon's rune stone?" he asked quietly.
[Move to the other end,] Vaelith replied at once. [The point where the possessed beast emerged.]
