In truth, Yala's choice to head south was also a desperate attempt to escape the dragons. They'd survived this time, but who was to say it wouldn't happen again?
"Okay."
"Yala, I'm with you."
Neil and Alilien both agreed to her proposal. The three exchanged a look, cast one last glance at the ashes of Lubrae, and turned south to flee.
In fact, the dragon's mark of vengeance, which was tied to their life force, had vanished the moment the artifacts took their place in death. It was a detail that likely never even occurred to Orion, Leonidas, or Alexander. Even a dragon's death mark had its limits.
Uynting Realm, The Dragon Grave-Mound Region.
"This aura… yeah, this has to be the place." Leonidas stood with his eyes closed, trying to tap back into his draconic senses. He was searching the air for a specific feeling, an aura that felt like… home to a dragon soul.
He opened his eyes and stared at the desolate valley ahead, completely certain.
