Time soon pressed, and they soon made their way to the scouting location.
The desert was cold. Unlike the scorching heat of the day, the Sands of Drulgar froze at night.
The dunes rolled like waves of black ink under the pale moonlight.
Four figures moved across the ridge. They left no footprints. Their feet made no sound.
Lyra led the formation. Her mana bow was drawn.
Behind her a shimmering veil of mana wind-shadow magic, which wrapped around the group, bending the light and dampening the crunch of sand beneath their boots.
Behind her, Alaric moved with surprising grace for a man carrying a massive slab of iron.
Leona had chosen not to come as she would stay with the dwarf king and Hephaestus in case a suprise attack was launched
Elena was a shadow beside him, her daggers spinning idly in her fingers.
And in the rear was Lukas.
He kept staring at his hands.
