Everyone took off, spreading out, and Captain Seraine followed at a distance, with Zimfe and Ryell at her sides. With his hand on the hilt of the sword and his steps light on the soft forest floor, Ryell enjoyed the anticipation that invigorated his body. He hadn’t experienced such a rush for a long time, even before the demons attacked, because his last years in Devanshari had been dedicated solely to palace duty. To be in the forest again, with a clear goal and dedicated companions, meant washing all the bad memories away.
As the camp scattered among the trees came into view, Ryell didn’t hesitate. He chose the right path.
Fyertash sat perched at the edge of the broken dome. The spot not only allowed him a discreet peek into what was going in the chamber below—now empty, thus allowing
