Chapter 272: End of the Arc
"I saw him in the arena," Thorgar grumbled, limping forward to stand beside Michael. "I saw him face the Void. He does not gamble, Deiman. If he says the Dew exists, then by the Anvil, I believe it exists."
Thorgar looked at Michael.
"You saved my daughter," Thorgar said. "You saved my Kingdom's future. If you say you can save them... then go."
Deiman looked at the Dwarf King, then at his daughter's pale face. He clenched his jaw until a tooth cracked.
"Thirty days," Deiman whispered. "You have thirty days, Wilson. If she dies... I will hunt you down."
"If she dies," Michael adjusted his glasses, "I'll let you."
The decision was made. The atmosphere in the car shifted from despair to a frantic, military precision.
"We need a team," Michael announced, pulling up a holographic map of the continent. "The train can take us to the Eastern Junction. From there, we enter the Great Forest."
