Kaelred slid off the horse, immediately collapsing onto the nearest crate.
"Okay. City reached. Can I die now?"
Argolaith smirked. "No."
Kaelred groaned. "I knew you were going to say that."
Malakar glanced toward the caravan leader. "Where are you taking the cargo?"
The leader dismounted, brushing dust from his cloak. "To the upper district."
Argolaith raised a brow. "That where your buyer is?"
The leader gave him a knowing look. "That's where you'll get your answers."
Argolaith exchanged a glance with Malakar.
Something wasn't right.
The Hollowed's attack, the way the Wardens let them through without hesitation, and now—this mysterious upper district.
He wasn't sure if Volcrest was a safe haven or a trap.
But one thing was certain.
They were already too deep to turn back.
The city of Volcrest pulsed with an energy Argolaith couldn't quite name. It wasn't the simple liveliness of a city like Gren or the cold emptiness of the abandoned ruins they had crossed before.
