At somewhere at the Structurith Clan territory, at the base of a mountain. Theodric, Kola and Karl still carrying Lunara on his back, walked around the mountain base, their gazes tracing faint footprints etched into the dirt like whispers left behind by ghosts.
"They must have left here long ago." Kola said, his tone drifting with the wind.
"Yeah, that also proves we are on the right track. We should resume our journey, no more delay." Karl instructed, his voice laced with a subtle authority that left no room for argument.
"Are you sure you don't need a break? You haven't put Lunara down, much less taken a rest." Theodric asked with concern, though his stiff posture and flat expression made the concern look almost accidental.
Karl parted his lips to speak but froze as his ears twitched ever so slightly, like an animal sensing the forest shift. His gaze drifted into the distance. Kola and Theodric stiffened as well, reacting to the same invisible ripple.
