Flogga.
If anyone could help with this, it'd be her. I considered her one of the wisest among us.
If there was inspiration to be found, she'd know where to look.
I dismissed the screen, letting the glowing text vanish from view.
My gaze lingered on the grave one last time, the black stone still humming faintly with the remnants of power.
Then, without wasting another second, I turned and bolted from the chamber, pushing my legs hard in a deliberate effort to shave off the distance left on my running task.
The air outside the cave hit me like a wall—thin, dry, and cool.
I slowed to a brisk walk as I reached the mountain's edge, my chest rising and falling with each breath.
Panting, I stepped up to the cliffside and looked down.
From my vantage point, I spotted movement at the base of the slope—Narg, barking orders as he directed the new recruits. They were hauling supplies—sacks of dried meat, salvaged weapons, bits of gear we'd taken from our old cave.
Efficient as always.
