Chapter 426: The Storm of Songs
Faint hues of gold streaked across the night sky, hailing the imminent dawn. The view from the mountain summit was breathtaking. The city of Evenfall was sprawled below and the trees of Vulture Woods spread out from the base of the mountain like a sea of scarlet. The neighboring mountains stretched to the north and south in what seemed to be an unending path that disappeared in the horizon.
Built at the very top of the mountain, the Eye of the Moon was the most sacred place of the Celestial Shrine. The greatest of the Sylvan’s warriors and leaders had come here in the past in search of clarity from the world below. It was a place to clear one’s mind and gather one’s thoughts, and hopefully, find a bit of wisdom.
For the first time in his life, as Stryg sat at the Eye of the Moon, he felt something he had never before. He felt like the greatest failure the Sylvan had ever known.
Stryg sat at the edge of the mountaintop, his legs hanging off the cliff, his arms resting on his thighs, and his head bowed, staring into the long drop below. He wondered if a goblin had ever climbed up here and accidentally fallen off. Perhaps such a goblin would be labeled a greater fool than he, probably not.
“Don’t lean forward like that. You don’t want to tumble over,” Tauri warned.
Stryg slowly glanced back at her with a tired gaze. “I wouldn’t die.” He raised his hand as if to prove his point and an outline of yellow scales wrapped around his blue skin in an instant.
“Ah, right. It must be convenient to be a Yellow,” she sighed. “You could step in front of an arrow and you wouldn’t even have a scratch.”
“I still can’t fly though.”
“You will, someday. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”