CHAPTER 96: Journey To The Wastelands

“You’re saying he wants you to head to the wastelands?” Lady Ryka asked, seated in Tunde’s room.

The meeting was somber, Tunde and his closest companions gathered under the dying rays of the sun. Draven sat next to Isolde, the couple seemingly quiet, lost in memories long forgotten. Draven wore a clouded expression, while Giselle's fists were clenched, barely containing her rage.

Miria sat beside Ani, the young Rejuvant twisting her hair nervously, sensing the palpable tension in the air. Tunde nodded softly, eyes on a crude map Elder Wren had brought for the meeting. Elder Wren sat silently; his presence heavy with unspoken concerns. Draven tsked softly, grumbling to himself until Isolde slapped his shoulder.

“If you have something to say, then out with it. No use grumbling like a child,” she said.

“This is suicide,” Draven said audibly.