Once they had agreed that Adam would join them as well, no further words were needed.
So the journey began that very afternoon.
Risthon slowly faded into the distance, its stone walls growing faint as they rode away. The constant noise of the city gave way to the more honest sounds of the outside world: the wind rustling through the trees, the crackling of branches, and the distant murmur of water.
Adam walked ahead of the woman named Claire, who was by his side, without saying a single word.
Behind them, a small group of mercenaries moved forward in silence, watching every shadow as if they expected an attack at any moment.
And, a few steps behind them…
Synes.
She walked calmly, almost carefree, as if this journey meant nothing to her. Her eyes scanned the surroundings with a lazy… yet alert curiosity.
Claire said. Her voice was firm, but there was a hint of restraint in it:
"The Multicolored Lake isn't far, but it's not a safe place."
