Aether could feel the multitude of spirits gathered around them, watching their every move. They only had two options moving forward.
One.
Survive till sunrise and continue their journey.
Two.
Move swiftly and get to their destination as soon as possible while fighting off the incoming spectral shrouds.
Aether would have asked Vy to abandon the werewolves so that they could get out of here. But that would be heartless and cruel. The werewolves were dedicated to their mission to protect Vy. They could have simply left them here to die.
But they did not.
Surviving till sunrise seemed like their only option. Looking back at Vy working tirelessly to treat Darric's wound, Aether knew what he had to do. But how was he going to keep them safe through the night?
He turned to Lycster.
"I am ready to help, no matter what it might be," Lycster said with determination to Aether, the boy had read his mind.
