Lucien trudged across the ashen plains, his expression hollow. Each step felt increasingly heavy—and it wasn't just the treacherous rocks beneath his feet.
Watching the young elf skip ahead, humming a sweet melody while smiling, crushed him with unbearable weight.
She stopped and turned back, tilting her head with a radiant smile.
"Hurry up, great one. We don't want to be caught now."
Lucien glared at her back. Now would be the perfect time to unleash a curse, but he swallowed it and exhaled, quickening his pace.
"So, Great one. Where are we headed?"
Lucien remained silent for a while, staring straight ahead. Then he spoke after a brief pause.
"I'm going to the Hall of Columns first. I have business there, then I'll head to a city. Which city? Any city."
Gayanna nodded.
"Hmm, that sounds good. Why the Hall of Columns though? Isn't that place inhabited by the Tribe of Steel?"