On their way to Grey-Rock, Aden took calm, steady steps, as if nothing in the world could bother him. The neutral face he carried reinforced this notion, and even his Vassals were almost convinced.
The keyword being, 'almost.'
No matter how hard Aden tried to hide it, the Sync he shared with the Vassals naturally transmitted the slightly erratic emotions that weaved through his being.
Lorelei and Zero trailed behind him. Neither of them cast a shadow on the ground.
Conflicted expressions rested on their faces as they watched his back, which stood ramrod straight and showed no sign of weakness, yet carried an unfathomable pressure that did not stem from power.
The rhythmic crunch of sand and dried soil would have been the only thing breaking the silence that quietly hung in the air, but even that wasn't allowed to exist.
Unable to bear the silence any longer, Lorelei spoke.
"It would be best if we increased our speed if we are to reach Grey-Rock before dawn."
