Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2385

What a shameless copycat!

As Shannon and Benjamin listened to Albany grumble and curse the whole way, they looked at the black paper figure leading them forward.

It was hard to say if it had copied Albany or not. Even if it had, so what?

When it came to replicating spells and techniques, Shannon wasn't exactly in a position to judge…

…

With Morvahn's energy pulsing from the black paper figure, it moved through the underworld without the slightest obstruction.

Every patrolling reaper recognized it as Morvahn's paper clone, so naturally, no one stopped the outsiders it was guiding.

Shannon and Benjamin followed the paper figure all the way down, deep into the 19th Cavern of Calamity.

The black smoke clinging to the figure finally dissipated once they stepped inside.

Landing on solid ground, the black paper figure strode forward on short legs, clearly trying its best to look composed and dignified.

The two gold paper figures found this hilarious and started copying the way it walked, tagging along behind.

With that, the group stepped into the Cavern, where malice was suppressed by Velquin's divine soul.

They had expected the place to be either heavily guarded or completely deserted, but surprisingly, they ran into several familiar faces right after rounding the bend past the entrance.

Hovering above the Cavern were Zidane, Mike, and Trevaris, and laid out before them was the vast, seemingly endless expanse of the Cavern of Calamity.

Within the Cavern, dark, malevolent malice visibly writhed and roared. But above those raging forces was a massive web of flames, woven from phoenix flame and Velquin's divine soul.

Layer by layer, the fiery net pressed downward.

"Shannon! Benjamin! You guys have returned from the alternate world!"

He sprang to his feet in one swift motion and said, "Perfect timing. Zidane pulled me and Trevaris over to work on an array to permanently suppress malice. You can help me fine-tune it!"

Shannon froze at that. Her first instinct was to glance at Zidane.

Back when Velquin chose to use his divine soul to suppress Vlad's core malice, no one had known except for Zidane.

She had assumed he had simply let Velquin go through with the sacrifice, but now, it seemed he had a plan all along.

Meeting her eyes, Zidane lifted a brow, then waved her off with that usual careless ease. She parted her lips, ready to step forward, but a smaller figure beat her to it.

The once-composed black paper figure suddenly picked up its pace and walked briskly toward Zidane. Then, with a light hop, it leapt onto his shoulder.

Still wearing that cold, dignified air, it did something almost jarring—it leaned in and gently bumped its head under Zidane's chin, nuzzling him with something close to affection.