Capítulo 101: Blame

Syryn stood on the rooftop and watched three avians turn into dots in the sky.

"Syryn," Red held out candied ginger to the teen. "Luci kept insisting that we share it with you."

The alchemist squinted at the single slice of ginger on Lucien's palm. "How generous," he dryly said to the redhead before popping it in his mouth.

"Not our fault. It was wrapped in paper inside my pocket but I spilt most of it while killing the assholes who were waiting outside the rift."

"There was an ambush waiting?" Syryn did a once over of the redhead like he expected a wound to magically appear.

"Birds. Two of them."

"And where are the bodies?"

"Behind some bushes."

"So the attempt was on Riaku's life."

"That would seem to be the case."

Syryn let out a deep exhale. "What a disastrous start to a journey I had envisioned as a vacation."