The fire crackled softly, sending sparks into the night air. The scent of roasted deer meat hung heavy around the camp, mingling with the earthy smell of pine and damp soil. Xavier sat cross‑legged near the flames, a strip of venison in his hand, chewing slowly as his thoughts drifted back to Darakos and the brutal lesson he had endured. His thoughts were also on the quest he was given, anticipating the reward.
Aria sat opposite him, her silver aura faint but steady, the glow reflecting off her calm features. Seliora was beside her, her presence commanding even in silence, the strange device she had used earlier resting on the ground near her feet. She tore into her portion of meat with deliberate grace, her eyes occasionally flicking toward Xavier as if measuring him.
After a long silence, Seliora spoke, her voice low but firm. "Are you leaving tomorrow?"
