Roan turned back, taking a last look at Fayoor town before walking away. A bag was slung on his shoulder and a sword hung on his hips. His blonde hair fluttered in the wind just like the blue robe he was wearing.
A refreshing feeling enveloped Roan as he walked through the road that cut through a green grassland. Nature was truly the best thing in the world.
But that feeling didn't last long as he walked for some time. The afternoon sun beat down on him causing Roan to start sweating. It was partly the blue robe's fault too but Roan wasn't willing to lose it.
Roan didn't focus on the heat and kept walking. He had to reach Doka before night fell and it was nearly afternoon now.
The last couple of days had been spent preparing for this journey to make sure he wouldn't make a mistake.
He had even added a new spell construct to his soul space, Enslave Undead which would be useful during his exploration of the Alkla dead zone.
