Henolur [1]

Khhhhh—! 

The static sound of the radio sounded. 

"...I guess he hung up." 

A trace of pity flashed across my eyes as I put the radio transmitter away. 

Standing up and putting my coat on, I nudged the others to follow me. 

"Alright, let's go."

Now that I had taken care of the annoying flies swarming on my back, I could now go to my destination without too many worries. 

"Ren, how long do we have left?" 

Ryan asked from behind. 

"We're almost there." 

Our current destination was Henolur, the dwarven capital.

After travelling for the past four months, we had almost arrived at the location. 

"Precise time?" 

"About one more week of travel, I would say." 

Originally we were supposed to take a lot less time to arrive; however, to slow down Xavier and the other's pursuit, I decided to take a slight detour and travelled near the elven border.