The sun was about to set; soon the Golden Lands would be enveloped by the impossible to see through darkness. Azrael wasn't going to continue his flight in the middle of the night. What kept him alive was his line of sight, if that sense were blocked, he struggled to imagine how he could put up a fight if an enemy decided to ambush him.
Just when he was thinking about where he should spend the night, a scream caught his attention.
He grimaced, his gaze shifting to the north—the sound had come from the ruined kingdom territory.
Going there wasn't advised, especially alone and when night was about to descend.
'But the scream sounded human… And no one sane would scream like that in the middle of nowhere unless they were about to die.'
Since Azrael had Cinder with him, he reassured himself he could fly away should something truly catastrophic happen.
So he decided to go near the source.
