Chapter 750 Origins

• Blake
• Soren’s footsteps slosh through puddles beside me, covering the magical buzz of Veiled Valley’s arts district as we walk through the rain. It’s pitch black–the night sky clogged by thick, dark clouds that promise the continuation of the downpour that started moments after we arrived in the ancient, veiled city.
• Soren pulls his ball cap down to shield his face from the rain, grumbling under his breath as we walk through the city, crossing another bridge. “Couldn’t you have just jumped us directly to wherever it is we’re going?”