Lucan, stepping into the mine before the others, nodded to Balder. "Elder Connas has gone. Set your men in motion."
With a smile that remained both innocent and endearing, Balder instructed The Silent Blade beside him. “Escort Elder Connas. Ensure he doesn’t return to Cobalt Strike unscathed.”
“Yes!” The two Silent Blade lieutenants left promptly, vanishing from the spot.
“It’s getting late. We should also depart,” Lucan said, looking around the mine. After eight years, it was time to say goodbye.
Azure Mountain was nearly a hundred miles from the edge of Cloudveil Woods. For a Mage, it wasn’t too far, but for the average person, it meant a day and a night’s journey.
To ensure safe passage, they divided the twenty thousand people into six groups, leaving the forest in stages, moving one group per day. Though a group of forty to fifty thousand was still immense, the escort could just about manage.
The first group consisted of over forty thousand sturdy volunteers, ready to clear a suitable path on the road and construct shelters outside the forest, as no one was certain when they could truly return to the ancient city.
“Alavin, surely nothing else will go wrong.”
Helna was nervous. After eight years, they were finally leaving, and any mishap could cause everyone to break down.
“Rest assured, nothing more will happen,” Alavin comforted Helna.
“Could Cobalt Strike send trouble our way?”
“I’ve made arrangements. They won’t be able to reach us for quite some time.”
Helna nodded, her smile one of relief as she straightened Alavin’s clothes. “My boy has grown up.”
“I’ll accompany you,” Oda said, tugging at Alavin’s garment.
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