Then, without another word, her form shimmered, like smoke caught in a gust of wind, and disappeared into the torch-lit darkness.
Kaelith stepped outside the chamber, his face unreadable. The air around him was still thick with the weight of the Priestess's final words.
He looked at the group waiting just outside Hale, Elion, Lysaro, and the knights.
"We're heading back to Zarethrone," he said calmly.
No one dared to question him. Whatever the Priestess had told him remained unspoken. But the look in Kaelith's eyes was enough to silence any curiosity. Wordlessly, the group began preparations.
As they mounted their horses and set off, Elion stretched his arms and let out a dramatic sigh.
"Home. I've missed Zarethrone."
Lysaro glanced sideways. "Liar. You don't miss the kingdom, you miss bossing around the castle guards."
Elion smirked. "A man's gotta have hobbies."
Their playful banter earned a few soft laughs from the knights, easing the tension of the journey.
