His long journey [4]

"Carl!"

Brandon's expressions turned grim as he called out for the boy who was running towards the edge of the cliff.

The village was way too remote. A cliff was closeby, and a vast ocean came into view.

Drip.

The rain continued pouring down, drenching his clothes.

Honestly, he didn't expect the boy to run like that.

But it seemed like he had those sorts of tendencies. The signs were there, and he noticed it.

Which is why he paid closer attention to Carl, especially when they arrived at his village.

Brandon and Amelia immediately ran towards him. But Brandon gestured his hand for Amelia to stop.

Carl.

He was awakening.

Brandon could see it.

Mana seemed to coalesce around Carl, and each step he took left wind gusts in his trail.

The patch of grass was pushed back, and wind continued to wrap itself around Carl's legs.

And then, he took it.

The leap of faith.