CHAPTER 30 - ARTH

A sense of fear haunted Arth’s thoughts. Was it the right choice? Leading the Snowsong Alliance would’ve been the very last thing he’d want, and the least expected thing he thought he would do. But the upcoming threat and the General’s absence had forced all responsibilities and the possible consequences into Arth’s hands. He feared he would fail them. 

Orange thunder flashed amidst the darkness of the bluish sky. Arth watched all armed men pack the last stocks they’d need for their leave. The hot wind smelled of dread. He glanced up towards the high mountains surrounding the encampment, wondering how long they had got before the enemies would arrive. 

Elicantris stepped outside the flap of the den and stood behind Arth. 

“I don’t understand,” Arth said, staring at the peak of the mountains. “You said the encampment has never been tracked and found ov