Tyr and the others had officially began their journey to Ovalantis Province.
Not only did they want to become more powerful, but they also wanted to avoid being caught by the Rock Saelfine army.
The only way to do this was by entering the jurisdiction of another empire entirely.
As weeks passed, Tyr finally turned 16. His birthday was short and sweet, his friends wished him a happy birthday and cut a small fruit cake.
There weren't any gifts shared, as the four had been practically living together for over a month. Everything they all had was already shared anyway.
A couple more months passed. Darkness loomed over the forest canopy as low rustles and scarce fireflies littered the twilight.
The group were sleeping in thier tents around a small campfire. Tyr was in a deep slumber when he suddenly heard a loud and rough voice wake him up in the middle of a good dream.
'Master! Master! I require your attention immediately!'
