The path Kael had chosen was not made for human feet.
The terrain was rugged, covered in roots as thick as snakes, and the air seemed thicker, saturated with ancient mana. Each step echoed like a muffled whisper among the trees—and each whisper sounded like a warning.
He walked forward without looking back.
The princess was unconscious again, her body too light in his arms. Kael adjusted her against his back, tying the cloak around her so it held her steady. The warmth of her breath on his neck was the only proof she was still alive.
And that was all that mattered.
Behind him, the rest of the group struggled to keep up. Irelia followed close behind, sword drawn, eyes alert for any movement. Amelia trailed behind, muttering softly as her staff emanated a cold glow to light the way. Sylphie, finally, walked with silent steps, her palm pressed against the trees as if she could feel them breathing.
