After five hours of meditation, Hadjar opened his eyes and looked around. Everyone was asleep. They didn’t need to take turns guarding the camp, Karissa’s spells surrounding it were enough to warn them about any surprise attacks.
Wrapped in his blanket, Hadjar stood up and climbed to the top of the dune. Ramukhan and Salif had already finished their work. A slightly flickering arch was visible in the air, and he spotted it without even needing to view it through the World River. A wind blew out from it. It was alien and evil. It promised danger. Hadjar met it with a childish joy. His heart yearned for adventure, and his body ached for a fight.
“I have one question for you, Northerner,” someone nearby spoke.
Einen stepped out of the shadows. He did it casually, like someone stepping o
