After all that wandering, they still ended up back in Rome.
Noan felt a tinge of irritation, but he held himself back, determined to see how exactly Aldric would read the inscriptions on the stone pillar.
At this moment, Aldric was gazing at the pillar, then down at his compass.
The beam of light emitted from the compass pointed precisely at the stone pillar.
He frowned, holding the compass in one hand and his sword in the other, slowly approaching the pillar.
One step…
Two steps…
Three steps…
Each movement was full of caution, as though something terrifying might happen at any moment.
The space around them was shrouded in darkness and an eerie, suffocating silence.
The only source of light was the compass in Aldric's hand.
Yet his energy continued to radiate outward, blanketing a vast area.
Even if a single blade of grass swayed or the faintest breeze blew, he would know.
The closer Aldric drew to the pillar, the more dazzling the light from the compass became.
