Theron followed Ayame out of the city, their speed not all that fast, and yet still quite deceiving to the common eye. While it looked like they were moving quite slowly, the distance they were covering was quite exaggerated.
But their destination was quite a surprise.
The middle of absolute nowhere.
"You're not planning on killing me, are you?" Theron asked with a smile.
Ayame gave him a glance. The indifferent chill in her eye made her incredibly difficult to read, but she was also clearly a woman of very few words.
Without any words at all, her Mana began to form out from her feet. It carved through the soil, but not to draw anything. Instead, it pushed it all away until they hit rock. Only then did it begin to etch into the face of the stone that was before them.
When the formation was complete, Theron nodded to himself inwardly.
