The island was a tangle of dense vegetation. Zephyr followed the crabs until he sensed their numbers swelling to an unavoidable horde.
Abandoning his current course, he decided to climb the hill at the island's center.
The crabs, taking a winding path below, were moving directly toward the necromancer.
Zephyr preferred not to approach the necromancer head-on. So, to find a geographical advantage, he sought higher ground.
A few minutes later, he reached the summit and walked toward the northwest cliff. From there, he could see the vast expanse of sea, shrouded in a thick, low-lying layer of fog.
The cyclonic fog formation continued to spew its vapor relentlessly. Fortunately, the fog remained dense and close to the ground.
He could make out the shadows of the islands far in the distance from where he stood.
'The necromancer is in one of the islands.'
