Suffice to say, he didn't come up with anything. He felt like he had hit a block in terms of his creative capacity.
Maybe I should try taking help from my teammates.
He thought while gazing at the sky.
There were no stars, no moon, literally nothing up there. Just a plain dark blanket.
His extended vision was active the entire time to guard against any beasts, plenty had entered it over the hours.
But they would usually turn away and go about their ways instead of heading in their camp's direction.
Edward had done an extremely good job of searching for a suitable camping spot. It was secluded enough that no beast would wander through the area.
The only possibility of that happening would be if it lost its way or mistakenly stumbled here.
He thought back to the one line revered appellation.
Just what else could that sentence point towards?
The Hand That Tilts the Scales.
Imbalance?
