In the ruins where Zara and Kael had camped for the night, the fire flickered softly. Eerie shadows swirled like ghosts, the glow barely illuminating the skeletal ruins of the surrounding structures. Sharpening her blade with careful, practiced strokes, Zara sat with her back against a collapsing pillar.
Leaning against a piece of debris, Kael stared at the far-off Obsidian Fortress. There were many unanswered questions in the air between them, but neither of them dared to disturb the delicate silence.
Finally, in a low voice, Kael stated, "We can't outrun him forever."
Zara didn't raise her gaze. "We won't need to. We'll be prepared when he inevitably finds us, though.
Kael scowled. "All set? We barely got out of there alive, Zara. Ardyn's men have superior training and equipment—
Zara cut in with a harsh tone, "And overconfident." That is his flaw. We will take advantage of the fact that he undervalues us.
Kael rubbed the back of his neck and moaned. Zara had a point, as much as he
