{" Loyalty, like an anchor, holds firm through any storm." }
The air outside hit me like a punch: cold, sharp, and unforgiving. The weight of the mountain still hung on my shoulders, the dark power I had unleashed in the depths pressing against my chest, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. The wind howled across the craggy stones, carrying with it the smell of salt and something else, a hint of blood, fresh and musky. It made my stomach churn, but I pushed it down. There was no time to dwell on what had happened inside that mountain. There was no time to waste on the evil that might still be lurking in the shadows.
My eyes scanned the horizon, the horizon where the world seemed to tear itself apart. And then, in the distance, I saw them.
Rolan.
