Chapter 65: Homeward & The Battle for Alastaia
“This place… it brings back memories. The air still has that cold bite to it, the rocky spires are just as I remember them, and it has that familiar lifeless aura about it.”
Out of sentimentality, Orodan hadn’t bothered to clean the ground of Eldritch here.
The Valley of Spires, upon the northern continent of Guzuhar.
This was the location where he’d had his very first battle and encounter against the Eldritch Avatar. Where he’d been exposed to the Eldritch for the very first time. He’d then actually managed to kill it here during his second attempt, albeit at the cost of his own life. Nobody came here, this place was considered cursed ground among Guzuharans, particularly among clan Iron-Bear who’d sent a priestess of Ozgaric to guide him along.
He didn’t really need a guide, but the nostalgia of returning here and the opportunity to ask her how Guzuhar was doing under the new joint council of dragons, Gods and nation leaders was appreciated.
“The scars of many battles still remain,” the woman next to him said. “Was this all you wished of me, my lord? I would… prefer not to step any further…”
“Indeed, I shall continue alone from here. Your company and the news on how Guzuhar has been doing was more than welcome,” Orodan said. “Esbetta Ingamiris was it? Thank you, I’ll put in a good word for you to Ozgaric.”
“T-thank you my lord,” the woman replied.
Orodan looked at her, but in truth felt no real emotions. He’d lain with this woman once upon a time, long ago during his very first loop to the northern continent, but it was far removed. And nowadays such things didn’t interest him any longer.