The forest dimmed into twilight. The golden streaks of the setting sun slid between the trees, casting long, shifting shadows.
'Now would be a good time for the Corrupted Draconic Spawn to start moving.' Amon thought, leaned back against the trunk of a crooked tree, his arms crossed, his gaze occasionally moving to the female Hobgoblin sitting a few steps away.
Syl's wrists were still tied tightly behind her back, rope digging into her green skin. Her facial expression, however, had calmed down.
It had been some time since Akane vanished into the treeline, her brown tail disappearing among the bushes and leaves in search of food.
Syl shifted, breaking the silence. "What happened to that thing?"
Amon tilted his head. That thing?"
"You know the one."
"Don't worry about it." Amon answered after a moment.
Her brows furrowed. "That's not an answer."
Amon scratched his chin. "I suppose it isn't. But why do you care? You haven't warned us about those coming after you."
