The Crimson Sky Wyrm circled once above the wilderness before lowering itself toward the entrance of the Crawling Serpent Tribe.
Its massive wings stirred the air in slow, heavy beats, scattering loose dust and ash across the stone flats below.
Isaac leaned forward on the wyrm's back, eyes narrowed.
The first thing he noticed wasn't the mud domes or the winding tunnels carved into the earth.
It was the absence.
The ogres were gone.
These were the same ogres Emily and the Ashfang Tribe left here to 'guard' this place.
They were supposed to be standing in plain sight, and make sure the Crawling Serpent tribe wouldn't do anything unless Isaac arrived.
Vale noticed it too.
He prepared his weapon, ready to fight as soon as Sword Empress gave signal.
The wyrm lowered itself and landed with a dull, ground-shaking thud.
Isaac and Vale flew down from its back.
The Sword Empress looked at their exaggerated actions.
