Suddenly, nightfall came over the desert, a bright full moon rising on the horizon. At that moment, a group of twelve Chromaraics moved silently toward what looked like just another sand dune.
They stopped there and spent a few minutes scanning the surroundings with extreme caution. Only when one of them sighed, confirming nothing was tailing them, did they relax. He was absolutely confident — no one could possibly escape their senses.
The Chromaraics approached the dune and pulled out some glowing ores. As they did, a small entrance opened up in the ground. Quickly, they all jumped in, and the passage sealed shut.
Thirty minutes later, a sharp gust of wind swept across the desert, halting nearly half a kilometer away.
For ordinary people, it really was impossible to sense anyone from that far. But Darian could, by easily feeling their karmic connection. He always kept almost ten kilometers of distance, making it impossible for them to realize they were being followed.
