That night, no one in Drogo Castle was able to sleep.
They all kept watch uneasily around the castle walls.
Dozens of ships had anchored around the land in front of Drogo Castle, but there was no visible movement from any of them.
The castle's location, facing Shadowmoor and separated by a narrow strait and some land, was strategically ideal for defense.
Still, it wasn't a guarantee of victory in the war.
Especially since everyone was aware of the enemy's Roc summoner.
Ash sat on the castle wall in the same spot he had been in that morning, with Jagu lying beside him.
This time, he wore a cloak to shield himself from the cold sea breeze.
The Tenebris sword hung at his left side, along with his Soul Piercer.
He held a locket pendant with his mother's face engraved on it and stared at it for a long moment.
'Mom, your son is all alone now, in a place so far away from you. Please, I ask for your prayers so I can return to you safely...'
