The hunt for Byric had taken longer than Rion had hoped, but it didn’t surprise him. Byric was a trained warrior, well-versed in the teachings drilled into him about survival, about hiding and keeping out of view while on his missions to the other world.
It was Lord Focolton who admitted aloud what they were all thinking. “He has escaped detection.”
“But not for long,” Rion swore. “He will eventually be found, and when he is, he must be made to stand in judgment for his crimes.”
“We will find him,” said Councilman Dimarkus, placing a hand on Rion’s shoulder. “It may not be today. It may not be tomorrow. But eventually we will catch up to him. The law will not turn away or diminish its punishment with the passing of time. Have patience, Rion. Look. It is nearing first sunset. Did you
