372 The Tower of Greed

As darkness veiled the sky, a group of people, rather than producing fire to light their way, were snuffing their torch instead. After letting their eyes get used to the darkness, they walked to the river not far from where they had been waiting for the night to reach its peak.

"Fatia, are you still unable to get close?" the young man who seemed to be the leader of the group asked the oldest member, the Elementalist. 

"No, my detection kept bouncing off a barrier," she shook her head. "It seems that what Zarfa said is true; the place is guarded by a colony of elemental birds."

A short girl who was in the middle of setting the boat in the river looked back. "I told you to stop doubting me!" she clicked her tongue.

"But your vision still couldn't locate him," a young boy in armor grumbled.

"That's different!"