Benjamin hurried towards Gealorre Capital.
The location at which he had lost contact with the five of them was just north of Amber City, which was not far from Gealorre Capital. More importantly, he could contact the king and try to dig out information about the Church’s next move at Gealorre Capital.
Had the Church really captured the mages under his authority? What had the Church done to them? The king might not know the answers but Benjamin had to try anyway.
If there was a trap laid out for him, the least he could do was be properly prepared.
Time was of the essence and Benjamin’s heart was heavy with fear. He did not know how the situation was; one minute might the difference between him saving his and them being turned into a pile of ashes. Because of this, he travelled as fast as he could – there was not a moment to spare.
Benjamin reached Gealorre Capital just before sunset.