Chapter 580: Unsafe Travels
We had Valytheria.
A trio of notifications rang in my ears, shared experience with Auri leveling both [Sage of Tomes] and [Seraph of the Dawn]. Far better than the kill notifications - the System was overly generous sometimes, considering us part of the same party. Then again, to be fair, we had been the distraction while Auri went raiding, so perhaps it was more clever than I gave it credit for.
There had probably been quite a few more casualties than I would’ve liked securing it, and part of me felt guilt over the whole thing.
I did my best not to order deaths, nor to tolerate them. To save and succor wherever I could. Yet, here and now, I’d known if Valytheria wasn’t secured, that it would cause far more damage and harm than handling the elves would. At the same time, that sort of thinking tended to end poorly, to say the least.
I hadn’t told Auri to go. I’d worked on the plans, tried to find a better way, and this was the best we’d found. I knew the scale and scope of Loremaster threats, but it didn’t mean it sat well with me.
Fenrir was flying high and to the east, disguising the direction we were going. The skies were bright red as the sunset tried to filter through the ashes. Columns of smoke came from a dozen small burning fires, slowly strangling and choking all life. Iona pointed to a rumbling cloudbank, and the mighty wyvern twisted to head in that direction.
“Brrrpt…” Auri complained about the clouds we were about to go through, then shook her head. With a pair of her [Mage Hands] she slapped her cheeks, then went bright pink.
“Brrpt.” She muttered to herself. Something about young Auri being a complete idiot, too embarrassing to think about? I patted my phoenix companion.
“Yeah, I get hit with random memories of dumb things I did back when I was a kid too.” I said.