Alan's face remained expressionless, as if the death of the woman he had just slain was nothing more than a trivial incident—unworthy of even a passing thought.
At that moment, Lumen Sancta, his sacred staff, emitted a low hum. It swiftly darted over the woman's corpse, expertly flicking up a small bundle that had been tucked beneath her robes and delivered it to Alan's hand.
Alan weighed the pouch in his palm. Judging by its weight and shape, it was likely filled with mana stones or other valuable resources. Without hesitation, he threw it directly into his Hellspace storage.
Wealth should never be flaunted—especially in a place this dangerous. Carrying too many mana stones in the open was nothing short of inviting trouble.
Only after confirming that there were no other hidden attackers nearby did Alan leave the base of the cliff, continuing his search for his sister and the rest of his companions.
