I wished I had a soulbound creature. Traveling on foot, especially while injured, wasn't ideal.
Still, I was getting closer with each step.
As I moved, I caught a flicker to the right. A void-rift tore open, brief and sharp. I ducked and dashed to the side, avoiding it easily.
Third one so far. All of them avoided thanks to Crown.
I was starting to understand why Northern America had been abandoned. Orthodox traversal just didn't work here. They'd probably tried. And failed.
Only one who'd succeeded was Barit.
He had to have a way to sense the rifts too, not because of his ability, though. His gift had turned seconds into centuries. Not exactly void-related.
It was someone else working with him.
And their method was probably better than mine.
My leg was healing slower than I'd hoped. It probably wasn't just the energy expenditure from travel, though that contributed, the injury itself was just that severe.
For most, it would've been considered crippling.
