The group sent by General Mengal had been riding hard for hours. Reza had given Dehwar a small glass globe roughly the size of an egg. It was imbued with a spell that allowed the tracking of Nev’s movement to continue. By cutting across a section of river and often not following roads, the extraction party greatly shortened the distance between HQ in Kanamaly and where Nev seemed to be located.
“Let’s stop for a moment so that I can recheck our direction,” Dehwar said. All the horses were brought to a stop.
Jamal let go of the Stonekicker’s reins and flexed his fingers. Two half-moons hung in the sky, casting pale light across the sand. Fear gnawed at Jamal’s belly. Was Nev still alive? Being tortured? Dying at the hands of a mage with no morals and no compassion?
“He should be close,”
