The journey to the Black Spires began at dawn. The sun had barely crested the horizon when Elena and her group set out, the weight of their mission pressing heavily upon them.
Taren, now free of his shackles but closely watched, led the way with an infuriating ease. He moved like a man who had spent years navigating treacherous paths, his confidence unshaken despite the dangers that lay ahead. Kael, ever watchful, never let Taren stray too far ahead.
Serin rode beside Elena, adjusting the strap of her quiver. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” she muttered. “Walking straight into a nest of cutthroats and hoping to survive.”
Elena tightened her grip on her reins. “We don’t have a choice. If Veylen is the real power behind Gragg, we need to stop him before he regroups.”
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