Erend stepped through the portal and vanished from Drakenmere.
Moments later he appeared high above the world where no eyes could reach him. The location was far beyond the recovering kingdoms below and far beyond the cities that still struggled to rebuild after the invasion.
Even Eccar, Aesa, and Sylven were nowhere nearby. Erend deliberately isolated himself. He needed a moment away from everyone else because the feeling that had appeared inside his mind refused to disappear. He needed to think.
The invasion had ended. The portals had been destroyed. The kingdoms were beginning to stabilize. Everything should have been moving toward recovery.
But the uneasy sensation only continued growing stronger with every passing second.
The wind roared around him as he hovered high above the clouds. His crimson Dragon wings remained spread wide behind him, holding him motionless in the air while he stared toward the endless horizon.
