Now that the four of them were back on the surface, the difference in the air was immediate.
Open, fresh, yet tinged with that faint metallic tang that clung to everything in Muderan.
Seyren turned to Kai, his voice low.
"Don't use your magic anymore. Not here."
Kai gave him a small, skeptical look. "Why? Afraid I'll make friends?"
"The wrong kind of friends... Afraid something will smell you," Seyren replied without humor.
Kai took that under advisement. Muderan wasn't a place where attention was a good thing.
The land stretched out before them in a strange in-between, too sparse to be a forest, too dense to be open plains. Thick clusters of brush clung to rolling mounds of earth, while here and there, pale trees with glassy leaves caught the sunlight and threw it back in shards. Insects buzzed like saw blades in the distance.
