Chapter 41

The night swallowed them as they tread warily toward the docks, trees and crumbling buildings cloaking their movements. Boots scuffed dirt and asphalt in near silence, the air thick with tension.

Ryn's steps dragged, his amber eyes glinting faintly through the exhaustion pulling at his frame. Mira clung to his back, her small arms looped around his neck. Elena led the way, her eyes scanning the dark, iron skin dulled to flesh to blend into the shadows.

The heroes fanned out behind her, tense and quiet, their gazes darting to every rustling branch, watching for Skullrend's scouts.

Mira's black eyes flicked back, narrowing as they landed on the Vitalist trailing at the rear. The healer's silver-gray eyes were wide, darting nervously, her hands fidgeting as she hesitated with each step.