Chapter 55 - Nothing Is Where It Should Be
Rygar watched Eris, who was gripping a piece of charcoal between her fingers with unnecessary force, nearly crushing the small object against the parchment's surface. She bit her lower lip, her crimson eyes half-closed, trying to force her brain to solve the calculations he had given her to test her progress.
"Hah! This is impossible!" Eris exclaimed, throwing the charcoal to the ground and crossing her arms.
Rygar chuckled slightly, picking up the charcoal and placing it back in her hand.
"It's not impossible. It's like training with a sword—the more you repeat, the better you get. Try again, think through each step calmly."
She growled but turned back to the parchment, determined to solve the problem.
It was then that Rygar turned, sensing something. Tinaver was finally appearing on the horizon, its stone and wooden structures forming a familiar silhouette against the blue sky. He narrowed his eyes, adjusting his focus, and instinctively expanded his senses. First, he tried to catch the sounds of the city.
His smile faded.
Wasn't the city quieter than it should be? Something was wrong. He frowned, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling creeping up his spine. He took a deep breath and inhaled, trying to catch the scents carried by the wind.
And then his feeling intensified.
The scent of blood.
A chill ran through his skin. His jaw tightened. I hope it's just a group of bandits... he thought, trying to suppress the growing sense that it wasn't something so simple. The scent was coming from the direction of the Iron Legion's base.