The soft crunch of Oliver's footing meeting the ash-like ground filled the air as he traversed the distance toward the Dark Castle.
It had been a few minutes since he left the group of girls and began his journey toward the castle once again.
He continued moving until he reached the battlefield where he had killed the Void Knight—the torn-up floor still bearing the harsh imprints of their clash, deep cracks and scorched marks spreading like scars across the land. He paused for a second as he stared at the lifeless body of the knight.
Then he summoned the Dark Crow to survey the road ahead.
There was nothing up ahead according to what he remembered. But just to be sure, and not fall victim to another ambush, it was better to take this precaution.
However...
For the first time, the Dark Crow disobeyed its master.
Weaving from streaks of shadow-light, it stood by Oliver and did not take to the skies to scout.
Instead, it tilted its head and cawed slowly.
