The southeastern coast shimmered under the morning sun, casting golden light across the sand. Waves lapped gently against the shore, their rhythm a steady contrast to the silent anticipation hanging in the air.
Canis stood near the edge of the dunes, his eyes scanning the horizon as if expecting something—or someone—to emerge. Beside him, Aron adjusted the strap of his satchel, watching their surroundings but glancing every so often toward the small wooden cabin a few meters back.
They were waiting.
Easton, the legendary energy sensor and Canis's old comrade, had vanished inside some time ago, claiming he needed to "gather the essentials." That was nearly half an hour ago. The silence between the two warriors was comfortable, but heavy with the knowledge that their next steps would not be easy.
Or, as Easton had cheerfully put it: they were about to go rabbit hunting.
The creak of a wooden door broke the stillness.
Easton emerged with a grin that nearly split his weathered face. A large canvas sack hung over one shoulder, two pouches clinked at his belt, and a bundle of thin, metallic rods was strapped to his back. His presence brought with it a sudden burst of energy, as if the very air shifted to accommodate his enthusiasm.
"Morning, boys!" he called. "Let's not waste another second. Adventure's already started, and we're just standing here acting like trees."
Aron gave a small nod, eyes lighting up. "We've been ready."
Canis stood slowly, brushing sand from his dark cloak. His gaze lingered on Easton—not with suspicion, but something more thoughtful. A hint of a smile tugged at the edge of his mouth.
"You're starting to sound like your old self again."
Easton raised an eyebrow but said nothing. His grin softened for a brief second, as if a curtain had been pulled back, revealing a much older soul beneath the jovial exterior. Then he turned and started walking.
The three of them set off down a winding path that led into the pine forest inland. Morning birds sang above them, and the wind carried the scent of salt and pine. For a time, no one spoke.
Then, with a twirl of one of his rods, Easton broke the quiet.
"So, fearless leader—what's our first destination?"
Canis didn't hesitate. "The Capital."
Easton blinked. "Seriously? We're heading into the hornet's nest? Not exactly your usual move."
"It's the most concentrated energy point in the entire Empire," Canis replied calmly. "If something unnatural has returned—if the Bloodminers are truly moving again—then the capital is where the signs will show first."
Aron's brows furrowed, but he said nothing. Easton, on the other hand, let out a low whistle.
"You really don't believe in doing things halfway, do you?"
Canis gave the faintest smile. "The easy road doesn't lead anywhere worth going."
With that, they pressed deeper into the forest, the sounds of the coast fading behind them.
Whatever lay ahead—shadows, enemies, or revelations—they would face it together. And with each step, the winds of fate whispered louder through the trees.
{Chapter 16 end}