Chapter 425: A Sea of Stars

The beautiful, cold winter I'd lived in for almost a month was gone, replaced by the warm autumn sun. The grass was long and green, soft beneath my boots, and birds chirped in the sky. The soldiers had yet to notice me, relaxing at ease around the camp, talking in light voices, or just enjoying the sun. 

"Fable," I said softly, resting a hand on his head. "Where did it go?"

I could feel the spirit's presence through our soul bond, and yet…where was the ice and snow that traveled in its wake? Not that I particularly wanted it to, but it should have appeared to greet me by now. Fable tilted his head at my question, then nodded toward the massive gate dominating the western sky. 

"He's inside? Still?" I asked slowly, sifting through the fragmented impressions I received through our soul bond. It wasn't a precise form of communication, but after a few moments of concentration and a flurry of Fable's memories, the general idea became clear.