In an area quite far from the Stavenger faction, but still at the heart of the same desert domain, the wind swept across the cliffs of a narrow canyon. Sand slipped into the cracks of the rocks, and the fading daylight gave the walls a darker shade.
Sheltered behind a natural promontory, two figures observed a map spread out on a table, a makeshift HQ.
Prince Adrian stood upright, hands placed on either side of the parchment. His expression was calm and detached. Beside him, Kris sat on a stone block, forearms resting on his knees.
Kris had changed quite a bit in recent months.
His complexion was darker, marked by relentless training. His build was much more muscular and bandages wrapped his forearms and hands, hiding repeated injuries he had inflicted on himself through constant practice. His hair was still red, but the roots had turned white.
This was not trivial. It was proof that he had fully awakened the Pendragon lineage.
Kris raised his head.
