Whisper moved through the world like a secret. It was not a living thing, not truly. It was a piece of its master's will, a shard of his power given form. It had no thoughts of its own, only the mission.
Watch. Listen. Report.
It left the floating city of the Eon Emporium, its transparent wings beating without a sound. It flew over the recovering province, like a ghost passing over a healing land.
It saw the new farms being planted, the roads being rebuilt, and the small towns slowly coming back to life. The mortal world was a busy, noisy place.
Whisper felt nothing for it. Its only purpose was to serve its master, Rhys.
Its first destination was the capital of the Ashton clan. The city was heavily guarded. Tall walls and watchtowers stood like silent sentinels.
Soldiers in the Ashton family's red and black armour patrolled the streets. They looked strong and disciplined. The city was a fortress, a place built to keep enemies out.
