Chapter 18: Cinder camp
As they drifted through the night, they saw a forgotten Cinder camp that seemed to be without a living soul.
They walked closer to it.
"Why is most of this world full of dead things?" Riven asked as they moved.
"It's because of the blight Spawn—always turning everything it touches," Veyla said, bending her head slightly.
As Riven walked, he noticed the movement of the Threads of Sorrow—the ability he got from the shard. He could see it clearly, and that meant someone was around.
"Shh, looks like it's not fully dead after all," he muttered softly, trying not to make any sounds.
"What do you mean?" Veyla asked, following him to crouch low.
"Just follow me and do not make any sudden sounds, so they don't notice us," he warned, lingering as he followed the Threads of Sorrow.
He reached the edge of a ridge and saw firelight from where they crouched.
"See? Someone's here," he said.
"How many, exactly?" she asked, trying to be cautious.