Back in the cave, Adela and Orion wore expressions of concern while Kyle busied himself examining the walls, searching for a discernible route to the Citadel among the countless markings Orven had etched.
To him, they appeared largely nonsensical, and even the few that resembled coherent paths seemed destined to lead him astray.
After all, every stretch of the island was likely infested with beasts by now. Even if the information they had gathered about once-hidden creatures now spreading had only come from the dream, it remained highly probable that it reflected reality.
The drawings covered nearly every section of the cave walls, their tangled routes and branching lines suggesting pathways across almost the entire island.
From them, one could surmise that Orven had ventured extensively without being hunted down, a feat remarkable in itself.
