Great primordial sin - Chapter 170 - 169

... ’t have an author, but he recognised the traces of elven calligraphy on it. The curls in the letters, to make them look like waves on a gentle ocean flowing into each other:

"Arcadia is rallying. I will be there soon. Get ready."

Fer stepped over curling jungle roots as she returned to Zalewski’s camp after yet another hunt. Third of the week, the war was ramping up. Maisara was no doubt losing her mind with the constant losses she was taking. Today had been a good hunt, a large ...