Night fell on the Outer Ring, and for the first time in a while, there was nothing pressing for Kael to attend to.
There was no one he needed to fight. There was no plan. There was nothing to do.
That was both scary and relaxing. What was he supposed to do while those in power still rested in their obsidian tower?
On the other hand, if he didn't take this time to calm down and rest his body, how would he ever be prepared for the looming threat of the Royals?
Magnus Vaelor had taken a lot out of him. That much was for certain. If his power was just a glimpse at what the Royals would be capable of, Kael didn't see how he could win this battle.
But that didn't matter in this moment. What mattered was that he was alive. His friends were alive.
Except for Tuck. A tear rolled down his face as the memory came back. He had been the first true rebel out of all of the miners. The first one to not bend the knee to Kreel.
If anything, the only reason they were here was because of Tuck.
