The Vukanovi traveled furiously, and Li spent much of the night simply watching the screen projected within the pumpkin creature while everyone slept. Asala was the only one that stayed up, not needing to sleep as much as the others and acting as a guide to Li.
She made sure he traveled across the Midpath that her goddess had created so very long ago, in the dawn of magic. For even here, through the desolation wrought by the Triforge's world vein draining, there were still remnants of the Midpath that once guided mortals from the western continent to the southern and vice versa.
"Stop here," said Asala as she pointed to the screen. Her black, sharp nail poised itself at a diadem shaped indentation in the ground that still managed to glow with a faint white light. All around it was just wasteland.
