Towards evening, Dacu began looking towards the eastern sky, puzzled.
‘That redness in the sky is the Thlosgaral,’ Endryk told him. ‘It’s like a permanent sunset.’
‘More like an inflamed wound,’ Nertha said, frowning.
Thyrn was riding alongside Endryk. ‘It feels like the place in the Karpas mountains where Vashnar attacked us.’ The young Caddoran looked decidedly unhappy as he too glanced towards the eastern sky.
‘It does indeed,’ Endryk said tersely. ‘Perhaps they’re outcrops of the same thing.’
Dacu frowned. ‘If it’s like the place you described to us, then we really should have a look at it. Andawyr and the others will want to know about it for sure.’
‘Andawyr and the others can come and look at it for themselves, then,’ Endryk said bluntly. ‘I’ve been in it once, I won’t go in it
