Sol and Freya were on their way back to camp when they saw a troop marching ahead. The formation was split in half, and Martina was leading from the front. She noticed them immediately and jumped down, landing directly before them.
Her sharp eyes scanned the area until they stopped on a familiar face.
"Verion!" she shouted.
She turned toward the two beside her, ready to question them, but a desperate cry rang out before she could speak.
Verion's voice shook as he staggered forward. His face was pale, his body trembled as if all strength had left him.
"Sister… help me…" Verion cried aloud, his eyes wet with tears. Relief and despair mixed in his voice. He jumped toward Martina for support.
But Martina moved faster. She stepped aside and kicked him away.
"Stop fooling others with your act," she said coldly, her eyes narrowing.
She wanted to ask more, but suddenly realized someone was missing. Her breath caught in midair.
"Where is Kael?"
