Rerir, the almighty gralmighty sinner, has finally regained all his strength. He stands on a cliff, shoulders back, and his gaze goes far beyond the horizon to where the sky merges with the sea. A black raven is perched comfortably on his right shoulder, its eyes shining like fragments of the night.

We have just escaped from the surveillance of his henchmen and are slowly creeping along the cliffs, trying not to attract attention. Heart are beating loudly — the steps are careful, the breath is held. It seemed like luck was on our side.

But just as we decide to take another step, the raven lets out a sharp caw. The sound cuts through the air and echoes in our chests. Her immediately turns around, his gaze fixed on us, cold and focused. The wind blows through his cloak, and the silence around us seems to hold its breath.

— Are we planning a long journey?