Chapter 20.5

The room Soren had gotten at the inn was a welcome kind of nice and cozy. A whole different feel than his apartment back in Laguna, what with the adobe walls and blue stonework decorations, and also the more rustic woodwork of the bed frame and beside furniture. The bed too was all kinds of welcomely comfortable, no doubt helped by the naturally warm climate meaning it was left good and warmed up even with air conditioning spells running through the place.

By all accounts, Soren should have had a nice, peaceful sleep to let his body adjust to the time difference and be ready for tomorrow.

What he got was his right forearm starting to burn, just like it had when he’d been near Scarred. Shooting up from the bed, Soren hissed as he pulled his arm up, his Crest shining enough to softly illuminate the room in its iridescent color.