Deity Of The Sky

"Father." Abram glanced to the side as his heir, Felix, joined him as he walked. "The teleporter is back."

"Terence?" He raised a brow. He'd sent his youngest on the most important task of all. A task that required speed. Was he already back? So fast?

"No, father." Felix answered. "It's the scout. He's back from calling the banners. And… the northern village is unharmed?"

"The northern village?"

"Yes. He teleported to the village and found it unharmed."

Abram nearly stopped to stare at his son, but time was of the essence. The village Felix was talking about was a small village just a few hours from the border that had been created for logging. It was the closest Albion settlement to the northern border.

If the village was still unharmed even after the next day the barbarians had breached the border, that could only mean one of two things.