He waved her off without another word. He floated upward, his body glowing faintly with magic.
The glint in Ava's eyes didn't escape his notice. Staying any longer might prompt her to attempt something bolder to manipulate him.
With a subtle nod, he ascended higher, flying in a direction away from his actual base.
Keeping his true location a secret was essential. From above, he glanced back briefly to observe their movements.
As expected, she wasted no time organizing her people. The beastkin worked quickly, loading their few possessions onto makeshift caravans.
Wagons pulled by sturdy creatures began to form a line, and soon they were on the move.
She walked at the front, her head held high like a leader who had already claimed her throne. The group moved steadily, heading toward the direction of the Capital.
A place like that could provide them with the protection and resources they needed, assuming they survived the journey.
