The moss road wound ahead of them like a living thread, glowing faintly under the pale light of Echoterra's endless sky.
Clayton walked at the head, roots whispering beneath his feet, his senses stretched wide.
Unlike the first time when he awoke, since he was no longer alone, his movements were sharper and more straight-laced as compared to then, now, he had some of his companions by his side already.
Kaelin's presence especially brought him such confidence that he couldn't explain. It almost felt like he would never stumble into danger without knowing.
Kaelin just had that effect on people.
Soren kept pace to his right, silent but sharp-eyed, while Kaelin ghosted to his left, half in the Ashveil even here where the veil of Echoterra twisted strange.
They had walked for what felt like hours, though time here bent and stretched in unnatural ways.
