Novel & Cerita Gerudo Desert Map

He laid them on the table, right over the maps of our kingdom. "I didn't want to show you these yet," Rhys said quietly. "I wanted to wait until you were stronger. But you need to see the truth so you can move on." I walked to the table. My hands were shaking. I hate that they were shaking. I pulled the ribbon and spread the papers out. My heart stopped. There were drawings. Detailed sketches of our supply lines. The mountain passes. The secret tunnel under the west wall. And at the bottom of each page was a mark. A small, silver sun—the symbol Esmeralda used to doodle when she thought I wasn't looking.

I point to my hand-drawn map. “Nah. If it' s a dragon, I’ll check for eggs to harvest.” He looks at the map closer. “That’s the ridge we passed last week?” “Yeah. If you see anything else, send a mindlink. I’m confident you won’t, though.” I turn to Marco. “Two werebears and a goblin to the east, Big Guy.” “Suena bueno.” He takes off his shirt. “Sending Clash in. Do we know what the bear spirits’ breeds are?”

Both of them cheered me through the mind-link. When I finally reached my spot, Sir Gio turned around. I read what was written on the board, and it was just like I predicted. He drew some kind of map. The four cities of the wolf’s domain. Then, as expected, at the farthest west of Bloodbury, Human World. ‘Did you guys just start the lesson now?’ I asked Sandra, and she nodded awkwardly. I was about to ask why she was suddenly being like that, but then Sir Gio called me.

“I’d be surprised if he didn’t. Someone like him doesn’t leave places like this unguarded.” As they finished their meal, Ellara’s scroll was unrolled on the hood of one of the vehicles. The glowing runes shimmered faintly, showing the group’s position relative to the marked destination. “We’re here,” Zoe said, pointing to their current spot on the map, just outside the shaded border. “And this is where we’re heading.” She traced a finger toward the center of the marked area, where a faint red dot pulsed. Nikola leaned over, frowning. “That’s a good few miles through the forest. Looks like rough terrain.”

“Agreed.” He turned to his war strategist, a lean, weathered wolf with eyes like flint. “Begin drawing up routes. We’ll start with the Frostrise Valley—the last place they were seen.” The strategist gave a quick, clipped nod and pulled out a thick leather-bound map from a drawer in the corner. The table shifted with purpose as chairs scraped and murmurs rose. Gamma Elora was already flipping through her notebook, jotting plans. The Luna's exchanged a brief look of both anxiety and determination.

His trembling hands reached inside his heavy coat before producing a folded map and a flash drive. I took both. "What am I looking at?" "The routes." He pointed to several markings across the map where red lines connected one territory after another. Silver Moon, Black Stone, Ash River, Blue Crest, Neon Moon. I frowned. "My pack?" The rogue nodded. "Not inside your territory. They pass near it." He swallowed hard, tracing another line that branched farther north, then east, then south. By the time I finished tracing the markings, my expression had hardened into stone. This wasn't local, and it wasn't even regional. It stretched across nearly half the continent.

Once more, they walked across the sands of V'rounsthan. The sun was peeking at zenith point, painting the desert in light tan. The slopes obscured their advance, covering them from the prying eyes of the Dusk Riders who were encamped in the distance. They were half way across when Keron heard the rumbling of engines and the sound of spoilers spewing smogs in loud coughs. "They're advancing!" Razion said. "And there is nothing to be afraid of." Keron replied as he continued. "We will be able to outflank them definitely."

As more of the table's surface was cleared, the glowing intensified, revealing an intricate map of the entire caldera. "Sin," I called, excitement rising. "Look at this." She joined me immediately, her eyes widening as she took in the illuminated map. "It's a tactical display," she said, her fingers hovering over the glowing points that marked each of the five seal pillars. "Showing the status of each seal and the positions of any guardians in the field." "Is it still active?" Gareth asked, approaching to study the map with a tracker's keen interest.

He walked inside of his tent and over to the makeshift desk where he'd been conducting his business. The map spread out in front of him was crude at best, but it was easy to tell what he was looking at. It was a drawing of our area, and it showed the lands he was currently holding in relation to the area where Rosalie's pack had control. He had a few rocks spread around the map as well, and I took it that those were meant to represent the rogue packs and other hidden enemies like James and Kal. "What do you want now, Georgia?" he asked me, not looking up from his so-called map.

They had also taken more than enough supplies strapped to their horses. Elder Yophiel studied the map, “For safety reasons, I will open the portal at the small desert oak heart”, he pointed it out in the map, “From there you will travel to the nearest town moon bright from whence you will go to Deleria” They both nodded in understanding.