"This is the town young master,"
Lloyd looked at the partisan who stood right before his window. Eyes narrowed, his gaze diverted to the landscape of a town nearby. With hopes of relief, he sighed. Unfailingly, his little cousin was going to be found and he couldn't just wait to apologise.
Midnight Blue divinity sipped into the Zodyrs within Lloyd's hold, his blue eyes now locked on it. He'll have to contact his foster father on how far they had gone.
"Yes Lloyd," A particular voice came from the artifact he held. His father's image within the obsidian artifact.
"We have arrived, father." Lloyd spoke up.
" What did you see?" Lord Dane voiced out inquisitively.
A glance at the town's landscape and back to the Zodyrs before him "It is a little town within the elven region."
" Name?"
