It had been days since they left the village, and the further north they traveled, the more Xara felt the weight of what they were heading toward.
Zayne led the way, his movements steady and controlled as always, even as the wind whipped against his broad frame. Luka walked just behind him, his usual grin replaced by a more serious expression, though he couldn’t help the occasional sarcastic remark to lighten the tension. Rowan was at the rear, silent and watchful, his gaze scanning the surrounding cliffs with the precision of a predator.