'I should have sent a bit more than thirty Chosen toward the camp by now,' Azrael figured, not slowing his steps.
'I'm sure there are more hidden somewhere, but that should be enough. With that, I can consider Seraphina's request completed. Truth Seeker is rightfully mine.'
His eyes didn't halt for even a second, observing every nook and cranny for unseen threats.
'From here on, I'll be going on my own accord toward the blizzard. If my theory is right and there are people with higher Ascension Levels than us, then we'll need them should the worst happen. And if the cold proves too much, I can always turn back.'
With his mind made up, he moved farther west. From sprinting, his speed gradually reduced to jogging, then eventually to walking.
'The density of the knights patrols is increasing…' He grimaced, eyes moving toward the north.
