Far away from Erend's route, another expedition force raced across a completely different region of the corrupted world.
Jagged black cliffs rose on both sides of a vast ravine while storms of corruption drifted endlessly through the air. The terrain seemed alive. Big twisting roots occasionally burst from the stone before retreating again while veins of dark and red energy pulsed beneath the ground now like the heartbeat of some colossal creature sleeping underneath the world. It happened all over the world now.
At the front of the expedition, Eccar continued running while keeping pace with the leading scouts.
There was no hesitation left inside him. The fragmented telepathic conversation with Erend had already told him everything he needed to know.
Leonora and the other kingdoms were under attack. The kingdoms were fighting for survival. Every second of their movement mattered now.
