Chapter 324: Leaving Quietly (Part 1)
A day later, the sky above the Great Wall was a deep, bruised purple just before dawn.
The massive steel gates of Bastion Seven sat silent below them. Draven stood on the high ramparts. The freezing wind whipped at his long black coat. Below the wall, the purified fields stretched green beneath the humming blue light of the Miasma Clearing Towers. Far beyond them, the heavy red fog of the Wildlands still rolled across the dead earth like a toxic ocean.
Helion Goldmane stood ten paces away. The towering man radiated a faint, lingering heat. His golden eyes were fixed on the dark horizon.
Draven walked over to him. He did not bother with pleasantries or formal salutes.
"I am leaving the Bastion," Draven said plainly.
Helion did not flinch. He slowly turned his head.
"Where are you going?" Helion asked. His voice was a low, blunt rumble.
