The sudden blows of wind on the earth’s dust and dirt let Fionn glimpse the trail of power only he could see—one which guides them through the path they course through the deep of dusk and starlight.
He knew his spear is calling him, tugging at the same ‘Authority’ he always felt when he wielded the weapon. He will find it. The familiar strength his body is acquaint of grew stronger with each step he took.
Ajax catches up beside him, “But what if these thieves is a group of Sanguine?”, he asked in concern. “They might be setting a trap”.
‘He definitely has a point’, Fionn thought. He remembered General Alaric’s dire warning that they would be hunted once they have departed the walls of Avilyon.
“Fionn” Artemia sternly called after he ignored the question.
His head turns to the lady beside him as his eyes also settled on her hand gripping his arm tightly.