Darwel had turned towards the ferocious fire coming from the far distance as she rode the large, humanoid tree, and her face had scrunched up in disgust.
Undeath.
Unlike death, it was an enemy of living things. An enemy that even the Sif had faced across millennia.
She loathed it as much as any other living thing.
Darwel was only several hundred miles from the GOAL, but she couldn't help turning towards the gleaming flame, a part of her urging the instinct borne within her to go and try to stamp out that dreadful presence.
This confirmed what Festos had been saying, didn't it?
Because of the tense atmosphere here, she had almost forgotten about the specifics of the suspicions Festos had shared with her about the EverSword House and the Premium Age Royale: the connection to the Green Neolists and the Evenfall organisations.
But this...
It was clear now.
