Soon enough, it was dusk again.
Finn and Elara met up at the eastern gate as the sun touched the horizon. They both wore dark clothing that would blend with the forest shadows. Only carrying minimal gear that wouldn't slow them down, focusing on speed and efficiency.
Lyssa was there to see them off, along with Torin, Maris, and Vex.
"This is still insane," Lyssa said, but she handed Finn a small crystal. "This is an emergency beacon. If you crush it, we'll know you're in trouble. We won't be able to send help immediately, but at least we'll know."
Finn pocketed the crystal. "If we're not back by dawn, assume we failed. Do all you can to send word to the academies. Defy the orders and return by yourself if you have to, and report everything directly — the coordinated attacks, the mana manipulation, the delayed Master-rank support — that something bigger is happening here."
"You think the communication delays are intentional?" Torin asked.
