Milana stood in the glow of the fire, her shadow stretched long against the stone wall.
“I might have just found out where your runes are leading you,” she repeated, her eyes steady.
Rekkan leaned forward. “Where?”
They followed her to the table. She unrolled a wide parchment, its surface faded and creased with years of use. The inked lines formed mountains, rivers, and jagged territories that told a story all on their own. Her finger slid over the map, tracing a winding route that looped north before curving sharply east.
“Not exactly a pinpoint location,” Milana said, “But the patterns… the direction is clear enough. Here.”
Rekkan’s gaze sharpened. “That’s…”
Milana’s finger traced a path from the Shaded Ravine, winding through forested hills, skirting a long ridge. “It leads back t
