It was past midnight and darkness covered the Hanging Islands, the big group from Auerlion climbed quietly across the hanging vines, their steps barely audible across the sky.
Guided by strands of light from the half-visible moon above them, they finally caught sight of their final destination... with more than half of them left on the other side, they had to move without rest, up and down across the third and fourth levels, keeping themselves out of reach of Luminar and Erebus.
They didn't bother hiding their movements... why?
Why would they when Demir himself was leading them, he moved in front of them, his muscular body nearly two meters tall, like a living wall... the silver spear hung on his back, reflecting the moonlight at times and swaying with his heavy steps.
