How they were going to torture such a creature for answers remained a mystery—but that wasn't something they wanted to dwell on while fleeing. As long as the creature was in the orb and the ink was still intact, there was still hope of finding a way.
Before long, they reached their hideout, breathless and laughing from exhaustion.
Things had been far easier than they'd expected—fleeing early had been the last thing on their list. At the very least, they should have encountered a few phantoms on their way back. But no—it had been like a walk in the park.
Their rest didn't last long. They needed to figure out how to extract answers from the creature they'd captured. Before bringing it out, they sat down to discuss their approach—how to make it speak the truth without killing it… or getting themselves killed.
They held their stances with weapons drawn, masks on, each taking up a position around the living room—Astara securing the entrance.
