It seemed that the squad of Chosen had severely underestimated the distance they would need to pass through to reach the cathedral. After a whole day of moving cautiously forward, they didn't seem to be getting any closer.
'Maybe use Cinder?' The idea passed through Azrael's head. Up until now, he had met several monsters along the way, but there were no Nightfletch nor any kind of monster that could strike from afar.
However, using the Remembrance was still a risk. There wasn't anything flying in the area, meaning if Cinder were to soar through the skies, it could attract the attention of things it shouldn't.
Night had descended once more on the lands. The Chosen rested on the rooftop of a building like before.
'The Blessed Teapot will cover our water expenses, while Seraphina told me that she could purify monster meat if we are about to starve to death. So we should be mostly fine, there is no need to rush…'
