Chapitre 87: Crossing the World Bridge

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Slow and methodical, the troop of female warriors and Wizards plodded forward, covering ground at a constant pace. Dorian was perfectly comfortable being carried, the magic that covered his body making what should've been a jarring journey quite comfy.

He had recovered enough to be able to turn his focus to his surroundings. He noticed, as he scanned the fighters, that the boots of each woman gave off a very faint, grayish light. They appeared to erase any traces the women left in the environment, covering their trail.

His eyes constantly scanned the area as they moved. He forced his body to remain limp despite his rising tension.

This group was being hunted just like him. They had found some rare treasure, and were taking it back to heal an important figure.

There wasn't a doubt in his mind that they would be attacked on the way back.