Remin received word that Wymar was now resting in the castle, his wounds tended to by the healers. The general nodded at this news, one less concern among many that weighed on his mind this night.
He listened to Hamen telling everything about the pillar and his ancestry.
As darkness began to retreat from the sky, the first pale fingers of dawn reaching across the horizon, Jolthar walked with Dagur's body hovering beside him, using his telekenetic power.
The others watched as he walked away from the field.
No one spoke as Jolthar walked toward a nearby hillside, the warrior's body floating before him like a ship on invisible waters.
Raayani and Yoana silently followed him, wondering what he was going to do.
The rocky terrain of the hill stood stark against the lightening sky, a fitting place for a warrior's rest. When he reached a suitable spot, Jolthar turned to his drake.
"Dig," he commanded simply.
