1119 The flock (4)
For a while, Erik looked below the cloud curtain, as if sothing was worrying him. Amber noticed that but said nothing, and the sa did Erik.
After many hours of traveling, the number of things in his mind only increased. More and more worries accumulated inside of him, but the most pressing one was about his clones.
Since the journey had been long, fatigue was settling into his companions and the Chimaeric Demons. Even he wasn't in top shape anymore, and that just sitting on top of the clones. He couldn't imagine what they were feeling after so much ti spent in the air.
Luckily, they didn't need to rest yet, or so they said, but Erik wished to find a place where they could. With Maynard Island getting closer, everyone needed it, especially considering they might never be able to do that again.
Erik said.
a Chimaeric Demon asked.
There was no advantage in going there. It was true the Chimaeric Demons could dispatch them easily, based on the report, but what the clone said was true. They would lose ti doing so and spend energy. another said.
Erik listened to each report with growing frustration. He hoped to find at least so small piece of land, so rocky outcropping where they could catch their breath before the final push. But it seed the ocean was determined to deny them even this small comfort.
As the last of the scouts returned with similarly bleak news, Erik could do nothing but accept how things were. he said to his army.
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