Since then, the traders and travelers had crossed that bridge keeping contact between the two sides.
That ancient cataclysm might have been the same event in which their ancestors had fought and sealed the Aeon underground and turning half of the eastern continent into the desert it was now.
Still, he couldn't sense Dominic' thoughts.
Not even the faintest trace of it.
After lushing down the unease rising in his chest, Shiao Yi gathered his strength and jumped, teleporting straight toward the island that was said to hold the kingdom.
...
Dominic glared at the door through which the woman who called herself a queen had just left.
The dark wooden door didn't budge no matter how hard he pushed or pulled.
It was probably sealed with some kind of spell that only that woman could open.
The metal restraints clamped around Dominic's neck, wrists, and ankles had loosened slightly since the first day, but they still suppressed his strength and bound his movements.
