After coursing out their journey, Aron folded the map and handed it to Cian who helped with stuffing it into his backpack. Orașul Sângelui- the forgotten City of Blood once ruled by the vampires of the Dire long ago- would be an hour’s journey south-east of Spirae Animarum. And although anxiety pitted his stomach with the urgency to get to Athala as soon as possible, he knew getting Tate accoladed as a Knight of the Sabaton, to fully take on the mantle of the Qui dat Pacem, took precedence.
Even over saving his own daughter, and that reality bit into his heart.
But Samyaza was right when he said the Qui dat Pacem would be the one to destroy him. So, it was imperative that Tate was ready for that at all costs. And Aron needed to trust that the Dèanadair wouldn’t hurt his little girl betw
