On a dark region full of huge mountains...
The Emberdon Champions, along with Mezal, flew in their magic carpet and watched the region.
"It's too quiet. There has not been one trace of an army marching. Are we headed in the right direction?" Demerus asked.
"This planet is our enemy! Anywhere in the right direction. But it is worrisome that not even my magic can sense movements here. Where are they?" Triona frowned.
"The most obvious answer is that it sensed us and have been preparing a trap..." Mezal thought for a bit.
"A trap?" Faye had not yet gotten over the sinister plot to kill them when they moved out of the portal. The Commander they fought was too strong, and that she even thought that they would die.
"Most likely."
"Is there a plan to escape the trap?" Triona asked again.
