[Eastern Zahryssar — The Distant Cliffs Beyond Sah'qir — Continuation]
The desert winds had become violent, not natural desert winds. These sounded almost alive like whispers buried beneath storms.
Across the broken cliffs, thousands of corrupted ants continued pouring from beneath the sands endlessly, hissing, crawling, and surrounding. Blocking every path toward the hooded figure standing farther above.
Meanwhile, Levin stood motionless with silver steel lowered diagonally before him, calm, cold, and prepared.
Beside him, Lyresaph growled low enough to shake loose stones from the cliffs while his glowing blue gaze remained locked upon the enemy ahead.
And hidden no longer, Sarash slowly emerged from the shadows behind Levin.
Still stunned and still unable to believe Malika had noticed him all along.
"You knew…" Sarash's voice came low, almost disbelieving. "…from the beginning?"
Levin's eyes never left the hooded figure. "It is not time for that."
