Dusk settled over Runewood Forest, the trees casting long shadows as Kael, Joran, and Kiva split up, their wolves padding silently through the grass.
For two hours, Kael searched the surroundings, his sharp senses picking up every rustle of leaves, every distant snap of a twig. The forest was vast, its paths winding, and doubt crept into his mind, the bandit's vague directions mocking him.
A Primal Celestial Lord's tomb which contained power beyond imagination—slipped further away with each empty trail. His silver eyes scanned the darkening woods, frustration slowly settling in.
~Pheeewww!~
A sharp whistle pierced the silence of the forest, it was faint but clear. Kael's head snapped toward the direction, his wolf's ears twitching. He urged the beast forward, weaving through the rough roots and low branches, the whistle guiding him.
