Windmere and Silverbrook.
The first was the village closest to Goldenveil, roughly forty kilometers away. The second lay farther out, at about sixty.
Ethan and Doran walked side by side through the dense forest, carving a path through miles of thick undergrowth as they pushed toward Windmere.
Both had considered using their Aura to leap from tree to tree, crossing the canopy from above. In the end, the risks made them abandon the idea.
It was a fast method, no doubt. But it burned through Aura far too quickly, since they would need to propel themselves again and again just to keep pace.
"Did you hand over temporary control of the guard to Cain?" Ethan asked.
They could be on the road for up to two days, and even if the odds were slim, something might still go wrong in their absence.
Crime in Goldenveil was practically nonexistent, since every citizen had work and food in abundance. Unfortunately, crime wasn't only a matter of necessity.
