Lucivar and the others headed for the first checkpoint.
No kingdoms were nearby.
Nobody got picked up by the radar—they were in the clear.
On top of that, there doesn't seem to be any crossers around the area, which was a good thing for them.
Miles and miles away ahead, there was a torrent of red light that pierced the clouds.
It was the checkpoint, their destination.
"I think we should scout the area," Lucivar suddenly proposed, realizing that they were sprinting on an open space, which was obviously bad—and would expose them to an unexpected ambush. "Why don't we scout the area? Find another place that is more covered before regrouping."
"Hmm, we probably should," Mirel nodded as he scanned his gaze around.
Being out in the open like this is indeed a disadvantage.
"I don't mind," Caldaros nodded, but his eyes trailed to Mirel. "But if we split, he'd be alone."
Mirel's face twitched when he heard this.
