Chapter 14: The Right Path
One stretched to the left, partially collapsed with thicker darkness. The other had a clearer passage, though narrow, and it wound through a stone ridge bedecked with thorns. They weren’t too dissimilar, but they definitely weren’t alike.
Jethro gazed at them with creased brows.
"Uh... were we expecting a fork in the road?" Moffrey asked, scratching his forehead with a finger.
"Not really," Anson replied, also confused.
Padva stared ahead, silent. Pott grunted. Mory bit her lower lip in terrified thought, while Songred strode past them all to inspect the divide himself.
Moffrey called over his shoulder. "Hey, escort. You seeing this?"
The man stepped forward, finishing a note on his hologram. He lowered his arms and looked at both paths, skeptical for a moment.
Everyone watched him and waited.
Eventually, he shrugged. "There can be two routes at times in the same incision. Doesn’t matter. They both lead to the same Riftkeeper in the end. Though the Darcbeasts you’d run into will most likely be different in both paths, their ranking will remain the same."
"So which path should we take?" Moffrey asked.
The escort glanced at Songred. "It’s up to the captain." Then he returned to his earlier position.