As eager as he was to reach land, Myrkan changed his route as soon as the wind brought the scent of familiar energy, heading to the southwest instead. Soon enough, the shoreline that stretched with bright sand and little more appeared in his sight. His primal instincts still fought against getting closer to his enemy, but at least the wind brought nothing more than salt, so the fear that caught him in its claws would soon subside. Myrkan gritted his teeth. The emotion reminded him of how helpless he felt against the most powerful kanyalari. They might have treated him like he was one of them, but in the end, he still had to bargain for what he desired and remained at the mercy of Arujhan and his equals.
To be away from those hoyve, even in an unfamiliar world, made Myrkan feel like he was
