They moved through the sick forest for hours.
Nox was in the lead, his pace steady and confident. He wasn't just wandering, he was following something only he could see. A faint blue line was showing him the way on the ground, a secret path that was totally invisible to Serian.
It led them through the thickest parts of the woods, avoiding the worst of the dead patches and guiding them toward their first target.
Serian walked a few steps behind him, her movements now as light and sure as his. Her gaze kept drifting to the back of his right hand.
'That mark…'
She knew it was a brand, a symbol of a contract with some incredibly powerful being. It explained so much about him, his impossible strength, his strange resilience. But it also raised a hundred new questions. She wanted to ask him about it, but she knew it would be pointless.
He would just shut her down.
