The march to Verulania was drawing to a close. What should have stretched over days, they'd managed to complete in under one.
And it was all thanks to the remarkable colleagues who happened to be journeying with him.
First was the young woman. Although she rarely spoke, her skill with the spear was flawless, her speed was terrifying, and the way she brutalized her foes was haunting. Despite being an Ascendant, Zion did not think he would want to make an enemy of her.
Then there was the guy—that one was even more vicious. Both of them rarely used their talents, the lady especially. He had never seen her use hers even once! Unless it was something subtle, like a mental attack kind of talent.
Now that he thought about it, she usually did seem a bit... crazed whenever she was drenched in the flow of battle.
Ascendant Zion shook his head.
'What am I thinking about right now?'
