[The Arkane Bridge — Zahryssar — One Week Later]
The wind of the desert moved like a restless spirit across the canyon.
It rushed along the towering cliffs and rose in warm currents that carried dust and sunlight together through the air. Far below, the ancient river carved its slow path through stone that had endured since the earliest ages of Zahryssar.
Across that vast canyon now stretched something new.
The Arkane Bridge.
The Arkane Bridge, a monument made of stone and iron, appeared to unite the two halves of the empire. The imperial carriage rolled to a stop at the edge of the construction platform.
Behind it rode armored knights of Zahryssar.
Raevahn guided his horse forward, his gaze moving constantly across the canyon walls, alert to every shifting shadow.
Beside him rode Captain Varesh, whose presence alone felt like a wall of iron guarding the Malika. Several imperial knights followed behind them, their armor gleaming beneath the burning desert sun.
