Poison Fang kept his body low, moving like an invisible shadow pressed tight against the jagged rock face.
Not far behind him, Rex and the six other Middle Level Apprentices held their breath, their movements as light and quiet as possible.
It had been four days since they left the "Furnace" camp, and they were cautiously scouting the area designated by the Sterling Wizard.
The smell of sulfur hung in the air, mixed with an indescribable tension. Every gust of wind, every slight movement, set their nerves on edge.
Poison Fang could clearly feel the changes in his body. Ever since consuming the Bloodline Potion, his strength had not only skyrocketed, but it had also left a stable, profound foundation of Power within him.
His Power, Endurance, and especially his durability, had been enhanced to a level he would never have dared to imagine before.
