Millian swept his spirit sense around, scanning his surroundings buzzing with the night- sounds. For the first time, he realized why the Glassians called these hillocks burials of devas. In the faint light of a thin slice of the moon, they did seem to him hiding something in their swollen bellies
He checked every mound closely, but for three miles he saw no trace of the boy. It was as though he had vanished into thin air.
The stars in the sky were eyeing him as if they were also stunned at the sudden disappearance of the eavesdropper.
He licked the blood from his arrow again and closed his glowing eyes as if relishing the taste.
It was human blood, however, there was something else hidden in the salty serum. Something that he had never tasted in Glassia before.
The discovery rattled his calm heart. A deep frown appeared on his wrinkleless face.
Had some other wizard found out his well-guarded secret? Or had Morians betrayed his trust?
