Seven days later, Ethan stepped out of his room, refreshed and composed, and descended to the tavern hall.
Magnus and Zeon were already there, seated at a corner table, both waiting quietly for the Blood Marquis.
Moments after Ethan appeared, Asher approached with leisurely footsteps, his usual half-smile curling on his lips as he glanced over the three youths.
"The three of you are here. Very good. Come with me."
He clasped his hands behind his back.
"The place I want to take you to… is Heavenly Lake."
Asher's lips stretched into a knowing smile before he leapt lightly into the air and shot northward like a streak of blood-colored light.
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
Heavenly Lake?
He naturally remembered the silver-grade fishing spot marked on the stone tablet. More importantly, Heavenly Lake was listed as one of the weakest points of the heaven-and-earth barrier.
"Could it be…"
He didn't finish the thought, turning into a streak of golden lightning as he followed.
