Riley stared in disbelief.
Of all the things to encounter after performing that supposedly legendary tracking blood ritual with the use of one glorious toothbrush, he had not expected this. He had braced himself for a battlefield. He had steeled his nerves for a dungeon, maybe even a cursed chamber crawling with kidnappers and monsters.
And yet here they were.
Still inside Silvara. Standing near a small building that was… under renovation.
A construction site.
"What," Riley muttered flatly, "is this?"
Beside him, Kael stood with his usual calm, golden eyes scanning the area.
"My Lord," Riley pressed, "please tell me this is really the right place."
"Yes."
The curt reply was followed by the faintest twitch of annoyance in Kael's expression. He elaborated, his tone cool. "It tracks the presence of mana."
