The mountain was finally behind them.
John walked at the front of the group, his hands resting at his sides as the road slowly descended from the Ashen Range. The rocky ground gradually changed into dirt and grass, and the cold air of the mountains became warmer.
Nobody spoke for several minutes.
The events inside the mountain were still fresh in everyone's minds.
The Guardians.
The First Guardian.
Varin and his hunters.
And the strange truth about the Legacy.
John looked toward the horizon.
East.
That was where the temporary Legacy Echo had pointed.
The third fragment was somewhere in that direction.
But John had no idea how far away it was.
He also had no intention of simply walking in a straight line until he found it.
"We should stop before night," Aerion said.
John glanced back.
Aerion was looking at the road ahead while adjusting the strap of his equipment.
"I agree," Sylvara said. "We've been traveling for hours."
Darius let out a tired sigh.
