Chapter Fifteen
Karceoles pushed his horse to gallop alongside Searon, studying the city with intensity. He removed his pipe from his top pocket of his dusty brown robes, tapping his zylek to it, causing it to go alight. A pleasant honey-cinnamon aroma filled the air in puffs of smoke around them. Searon pulled out his pipe next and tipped it toward the wizard. Karceoles rolled his eyes lazily before tapping Searon’s pipe, which he hastily began puffing on.
“The lost city of Brekaes Noielyna. Finally, I have found it. All these years, and I could never add the location of the rumors to my books.”
“What is this place? It feels … corrupted,” Starlyn nearly whispered.
“It was, though it should be safe now. It is a place of nightmares.”
“Nightmares?” Andron asked, shivering.
“Yes.” Karce
