174 The Woe Of The Shepherd

An awkward tension permeated the air as the group ventured deeper into Itroch. Whatever harmony once existed had disappeared because of a single person. The aura that his presence emanated screamed that he was past any form of consolation, despite the repeated efforts of the young woman by his side.

Reed wanted to cry. He recalled the events concerning the last two fissures and let out a resigned sigh of despair. They barely managed to fix the last two fissures, which were borderline miraculous flukes in his book. 

We can barely handle them together! And now we have these three tag-alongs to take care of?!

By all accounts, each fissure was a separate world-ending calamity that had the potential to end all life on the continent. It went without saying that they were enormous problems that required a certain level of skill that only a small handful of Chosen were capable of.