Marcus Grant was a special child. Anything he wanted, he could have with a snap of his fingers. But life like that gets boring. He snapped away comfort, and his power, and thrust himself into a new world. One with new people to meet, new things to do, and new challenges to conquer. If you enjoy, be sure to drop some stones! You can contact me here: Discord: Stormzz#4473 My other work (WSA): https://www.webnovel.com/book/system-of-legends-i-will-lead-them-all!_23117959906254205
The journey to Garnell's headquarters took roughly half a day. Having travelled throughout the night for most of the journey with only the moonlight and sparse light granted by Marcus and Roxy's magic, the headquarters was a welcome sight to the four of them.
Shortly after leaving the village to travel to the headquarters, the fatigue of the events in the mountain appeared, having snuck up on them under the cover of an adrenaline filled surge of energy. Suddenly made weary by the consequences of the fight, the need to reach the headquarters became that much more urgent. After all, the creatures that were rumoured to call the night their home in the North were brutal, deadly predators that mercilessly killed innocents without prejudice or remorse.
Thinking of the danger brought Marcus's mind back to years ago, to the time he and Bran had decided to leave the confines of the Cranbrow Orphanage.