"Ride faster! Go!"
Eristasia Windwhisper's voice tore through the biting wind, the agony of losing her daughter had not yet left her voice. "The Griffin's eyes have led us here! The murderer must be close by!"
Above the Wind Guard, the massive Gale-Stalker Griffin shrieked, its all-seeing eyes glowing like pale lanterns in the dark as it banked ahead.
Beside the Elven noblewoman, Commander Theodore spurred his armored Wind Drake forward, raising his lance high. "Ride faster!" he bellowed to the battalion. "Charge to cast judgment on the otherworldly killer! For Lady Liraeth! For the Windwhispers!"
The elite Awakeners of the Wind Guard roared in response. They stampeded through the rocky foothills, their mounts' hooves tearing up the brittle earth of the crags, following the exact path Percival had navigated just an hour prior.
They rode past the vegetations, and soon, they could see where the plants stopped growing in the far distance.
