It was the early hour of the morning when the sky was still as dark as night and the stars still shimmered like freckles of light across the endless emptiness.
Three shadows climbed over the narrow paths of Dragonstone.
Aesther's mind was distracted.
She couldn't help but think about all that had happened last night. It left her feeling cold and uneasy, the unexpected arrival of that man.
The sudden departure of Ahzure.
No clear details were known to her because the nature of both these events had to be discreet. Lord Morbius only asked her not to worry.
The Elders will deal with everything.
And thus, the group ascended the mountain quietly.
Aesther was absentminded.
Ezrahl seldom speaks.
And Noah was too sleepy to be his usual chatty self. He just yawned and complained about the journey being so long once in a while.
Their path was peaceful and silent.
