Meanwhile, the moment Eli vanished into the fold of space, Ariel was left standing among the goblins, her tails flicking sharply as she tried to mask her unease.
He had warped away without a word to her, chasing after some unseen threat, leaving her surrounded by creatures who would rather sink their blades into her than tolerate her presence.
Her ears twitched, catching the hushed tones and hurried movements of the clan.
They were scrambling, their unease obvious, and from the way they muttered and moved with nervous urgency, it was clear they knew something she didn't.
So she stepped forward, closing the distance toward Zarah. The archer reacted immediately, posture stiff, bowstring half-drawn, molten suspicion simmering in her sharp gaze.
"What is going on?" Ariel demanded, whispering into Zarah's thoughts. Her voice was low but edged with tension.
Zarah eyed for a moment and then responded.
"It is none of your business."
