As everything pointed toward Silica heading for the temple, Reynold made his decision. "Let's head to the temple."
Ling Yan and her masked guard exchanged a brief glance but followed without hesitation.
The towering temple in the distance loomed over the landscape, its dark silhouette cutting against the sky like an ancient guardian watching over the land.
Despite the distance ahead, they did not rush. If Lina's words were true, this minor world was vast, stretching far beyond what they could see. Their allies had likely been scattered to its furthest reaches, lost in the unpredictable shifts of this unstable world. And they would likely take some time arriving at the temple.
The journey continued in silence for a while, the only sounds being the crunch of their boots against the earth.
Ling Yan, walking slightly behind, studied Reynold's composed expression, his sharp eyes never once straying from the path ahead.
