Tonight was the last night the army would spend marching, the scouts could already see the imposing silhouette of the castle far off in the distance.
Half a day's march, and they would be at Castle Kasket, pitching their tents just outside its fortifications.
But the night had come upon them, and with the fading sunlight, and ember moon that stood high above, they had to put a stop to their journey.
As usual, Eliron was far from the army, preferring the deep silence of the icy forest to the ramble of their camp.
Today would be their last peaceful day, tomorrow, the real war would begin. He took in a deep breath and stared at his hands.
After gaining his title, his resistance to fire had been greatly improved, yet his hands were scorched from his intense training.
Slowly, they began healing as he activated one of his more recent spells.
[What are your plans for tomorrow?] Satoru's voice came from beside him.
