City of Zantia, now.
"You heard my master. I can't stay here a second longer." Deraniel had packed everything so fast that by the time he was ready to depart, Pelion had yet to complete his Warping array.
With the strength of the four remaining Awakened, it was powerful enough to at least Warp him past the storm they had previously fueled and were now unable to control.
"I would leave in a hurry, if I were you. If the Wyrmling contacts his master, both Pelion and Ailia are in danger. He has seen your faces. The Ranger must have powerful connections with magical beasts to summon the aide of the Lord of the region."
All of those present shuddered at the memory. If both master and disciple were capable of using Origin Flames, there was no telling what Forgemastering marvels they had access to.
