Radeon and Fay flew out through the gates of Ossuary Necropolis Court, the bison's new wings beating the air with a leather snap and a windstone hum.
He found the camp. An unassuming mountain, the kind you would pass without a second glance.
Below, the undead that roamed the lands lifted their heads as the shadow passed over them.
Hungry eyes followed. Mouths curled. Some snarled.
Some only stared with the patience of graves. None gave chase.
Radeon held the sect token in his hand, letting it show.
Authority made even the dead hesitate. He glanced at it one last time.
A hooded figure with six wings stamped into the face, the mark of a core disciple.
Then he tucked it into a secured bag and cinched it shut.
Fay sat in the back seat, the saddle straps tight across her waist.
He found the camp. An unassuming mountain, the kind you would pass without a second glance.
Questions piled up in her throat. Where were they going. What were their plans. What was in that golden scroll.
