5 kilometers away, under an unassuming rock, a figure coated with earth was lying prone, unmoving.
A small scorpion slowly climbed onto this figures legs, then made its way to her back, as it had smelled something strange from this spot. Yet, no matter how much it searched, it couldn't find anything amiss.
From the figure's back, it traveled to its head, before finally admitting defeat and leaving the scene.
All through this, the figure hadn't moved even an inch, which showed just how adept it was in hiding.
Of course, this was Joselyn.
As she heard the King say that statement with so much confidence, doubt appeared inside her, as she wondered whether this man, who was the cause of miracle after miracle on Angaria, was capable of even this feat.
Yet, that thought was interrupted by the flashes of images which haunted her day and night.
