Abellona seemed depressed. She sat there looking deflated, her shoulders slightly slumped, and she knew this was not something she could hide.
There was no medicine for regret.
Her pager kept buzzing, and it felt like this was the worst time in the world to receive a message like this. She glanced down at it before letting out a quiet sigh.
It was from the Emperor, ordering her to return to the capital city of Valerion. Everyone was heading there now that the attack on Lysithara was about to begin in earnest.
But they had also finally gotten a clue about where Linga Felt was, and they were almost there.
It was a small town outside the empire called New Town.
Many settlers and refugees from the war had gone there. It had been built in recent years by wanderers who had nowhere to go. Their homes had been ravaged by war, and they wanted something new, something meaningful. A place where they could rebuild what they had lost.
And this was where Linga Felt had been.
