Chapter 63: The Hunt Begins
Corvin filled his underground warehouses to the brim with the final harvest. Crates of wheat, exotic fruits, dried herbs, enchanted honey, and arcane plant stock were now sealed and hidden beneath his domain behind reinforced, sigil locked doors. With everything secured, he gave final instructions to his newly designated agricultural unit. An ensemble of undead farmers, plant and life mages. Their orders were simple, maintain crop growth at natural pace, without magical acceleration, until he returned.
He was leaving Raven’s Nest.
Before departing, he informed Valyne and Kaelyn with his usual casualness over breakfast. "I’ll be gone for a couple of days," he said while sipping tea.
Kaelyn nearly dropped her fork. "Gone where? Wait, without us?"
Valyne’s eyes narrowed immediately. "You’re leaving? Alone?"
"Yes."
"You will not ditch me like a sack of potatoes in this feather covered hellhole!" Valyne snapped, practically launching from her seat.
"First of all my castle is not feather covered. Secondly, I’m not ditching you," Corvin replied with a ghost of a smile. "I’m strategically leaving my.. castle mates... while I travel to a place you two lovely ladies are not invited."
Kaelyn pouted. "I’m your arcane shadow! What if you need a space mage?!"
"I’ll use actual space magic." He deadpanned. "You keep working on the theory," Corvin said, then vanished mid sentence, just like the Synod Shadows.
By the time his presence faded from the dining hall, Valyne was fuming, eyes twitching.
"He did the thing! He Shadow’d out again! That smug, glorious bastard!"