James pov.
The morning sun barely pierced through the thick canopy above us, casting golden rays across the forest floor.
It still baffles me how one of the elders is a part of this Ashborn saga. The bangle, Jon had mentioned that he had seen in one of the elders' wrists.
I couldn't help but wonder who it was. But that. We are definitely going to find out soon.
A cool breeze brushed against my face as I stepped out of the old, creaking wooden doorway of the abandoned building we had used for shelter last night.
My boots sank a little into the damp soil, and I took a deep breath, letting the fresh forest air fill my lungs.
Behind me, Lydia yawned and stretched her arms. “I didn’t sleep well,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes.
“No one did,” I replied, scanning the surroundings. “But we move. We need to cover more ground before noon.”
Jon was the next to emerge, his sword already strapped to his back. He nodded at me. “I checked the perimeter at dawn. No signs of ashborns or hunters.”
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