Arran ran through the night, every step he took bringing him closer to the heart of the battlefield.
Even in the dark, the treacherous terrain posed no real problem. He was strong enough to cross even the deepest gorges in a single leap, and his powerful body could easily endure hours of running.
The thickening Essence that surrounded him, however, was a different matter. His resistance to magic was strong, but it wasn't limitless. And as dawn approached, he felt that the violent Essence was beginning to cause him harm.
He had expected this, though perhaps not quite as soon. Days earlier, he'd already realized that the battlefield held far more destructive power than anything he had encountered in Uvar. And as he neared the heart of the battlefield, it would only get worse.
