"We'll ask Lith about Strider's motives when and if we find him." Zoreth replied.
"What do you mean, if? Can't you track him?" Kamila asked.
"I can try, but it's not going to be easy. I can follow his trail on the ground from the craters he left while running away, but if he has taken the sky, I'll only have his smell to find him and that doesn't last long. Abominations take, they don't leave. I'll give it a go anyway. Byt?"
"I'll protect everyone until your return." The Raiju conjured the Absolution and set a detection array field.
Zoreth nodded and ran along Lith's footprints. When they disappeared, she took flight, hoping that Dragonspeed would be enough to catch up with the lingering smell before high-altitude currents scattered it to the wind.
"What do you want us to do?" Quylla asked Kamila.
"We wait until Zoreth returns." She wrung her hands, trying to suppress the horrible feeling that something was wrong with Lith. "If she can't find anything, we'll contact the Royals, the Council, Vastor, anyone who can help us.
"Just leave Solus out of your report. We can't risk exposing their bond and I doubt that whoever worked so hard to kidnap her is going to make it easy to find her. Lith is our first priority and only clue to rescue Solus."
***
Somewhere on the Garlen continent, Fringe of the World Tree, the morning after.
Solus had been locked inside a cell made from living Yggdrasill wood. It was a small square room, barely 2 meters (6'7") per side, and it was completely empty. The walls were over 5 meters (17') thick and there was no door or window.
Whenever a Chronicler entered or a meal was delivered, an opening would form in the wood and let light in. The rest of the time the cell was completely dark. It was supposed to wear on her nerves and undermine her willpower, but Solus didn't care.
Her arm was still missing and the wound on her stomach was still open. The moment the elves had left her alone, Solus had gone back into her ring to save her strength and heal faster.
For something that small, the cell was spacious and the darkness didn't bother her.
'The World Fucker must be really into me if they didn't cut me off the world energy with a Sealed Space.' She thought. 'The only things I don't understand is why they haven't sent someone to imprint me already and why the Fringe still bears the energy signature of the tower.
'In the Tree's shoes, I'd have gotten rid of that immediately. Otherwise, the moment I get to touch the ground again, I can activate the Predator Engine.'
'Cursed be Ripha Menadion!' The World Tree's plan was exactly as Solus had predicted.
They wanted to get their vines on the tower immediately and destroy its hold over the geyser, but wanting and doing had turned out to be two completely different things.
'I can't use my Chroniclers to imprint the tower and now I have to find a Librarian trustworthy enough not to run away with it the moment they understand how powerful an artifact it is. Then, I have to teach them how to control Elphyn!
'This is a disaster. My quest for Guardianhood will be delayed for Mogar knows how long. Even worse, the accursed Ruler of the Flames dared taint my Fringe! When the tower engaged the Predator Protocol, its energy signature infected the world energy of my home like cancer.
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