"He's heading northeast. He must be going to the Isle of Dawn."
Not too far away from the Shadow Fortress, Eliard was able to come to such a conclusion after observing the fortress' surroundings through a Mirror spell.
Link stood up with his sword in his hand. Looking in the general direction of the Isle of Dawn, he said, "The High Elves must have used some sort of technique to summon him such that his power wasn't even affected by the realm itself. He must be in a hurry to go back to Aragu through the Isle of Dawn."
The wind was howling bleakly through the mountains at that moment. Though the climate in the South was warm and the forest grew thick here, the battle they had with Morpheus had all but caused the trees around the fortress to shrivel up. Most of their yellowed leaves were blown loose by the bitter wind.
Eliard walked up to his side and looked in the Isle of Dawn's general direction. "Do you think we'll be able to stop him?"
