Reidar felt the wind cut against his face as they finally left Creamont behind. The city walls dropped below them, stone and wood fading into the landscape. The streets where they'd fought and bled were already too small to see. Ahead, there was nothing but open sky, distant clouds, and the hard fact of what they had to do next.
"So, do you have any news about Silas?" Lena asked, her voice cutting through the rush of air.
Reidar glanced back at her. "About three weeks from here."
Lena's brow furrowed. "Isn't that too far? How are we going to Kingsgate if we need to chase Silas this far?"
"We are not directly going to Kingsgate right now," Reidar said. "And it's not like we have a choice in the matter. Silas and the church must be destroyed; otherwise, we are not going to solve anything."
