CHAPTER 327: TRIAVERT

Isiah clutched the copy he had painstakingly created from the map he had glimpsed within the confiscated ring tech.

The piece of paper was now a vital fragment of their journey, a tangible link to the enigmatic location of Triavert.

Its dark, intricate lines and cryptic markings mirrored the mysterious nature of their quest.

Eijar, with her sharp perception, noticed the map in Isiah’s possession.

Without words, she conveyed her understanding of its significance and the weight of their mission.

With a fluid grace that only a creature like Eijar possessed, she effortlessly crawled atop Isiah’s shoulders.

From this vantage point, she could view the full image of the map he held with greater clarity.

Her sinuous form coiled lightly around him, her emerald eyes fixated on the intricate details of the map.

Isiah stood still, allowing Eijar to examine the map in her own way.

He trusted her instincts and connection with the dark arts, knowing that she might discern hidden clues or insights that eluded his own perception.

Eijar’s voice, though sibilant and hissing in its nature, carried a weight of understanding and anticipation as she observed the map.

Her forked tongue flickered as she whispered the name, "Triavert."

Isiah, his voice tinged with a sense of revelation, responded to Eijar’s observation.

"You noticed," he said in agreement, his words carrying a subtle undercurrent of intrigue. "It’s just a dark spot in the map of Afan."

Isiah voiced his thoughts aloud. "Is it because they don’t want people to go there, or is it just because they don’t know what is there? Gregor said that they will not find us there, but why?"

The air seemed to grow heavier with uncertainty as they contemplated the nature of this hidden refuge.

Was Triavert intentionally concealed to keep outsiders away, or was it a mysterious place beyond even the authorities’ comprehension?

Eijar, her serpentine gaze focused, regarded Isiah with a flicker of curiosity.

"Do you think it is dangerous?" she inquired, her words tinged with intrigue.

Isiah’s attention briefly shifted to Ciel, the young boy who had been through so much, yet still bore a sense of innocence.

He turned back to Eijar, his resolve unwavering. "There is only one way to find out," he declared.

Eijar, with her silent efficiency, slithered back to where Ciel and Lexie lay in slumber.

She approached them with a careful grace, not wanting to startle them but knowing that it was time to wake them from their rest.

Gently, she nudged Ciel, her large form hovering over him, her reptilian eyes watching for signs of stirring.

Ciel’s eyelids fluttered as he gradually emerged from sleep, blinking up at the hulking dark creature with a mixture of trust and familiarity.

Ciel, still feeling the warmth of sleep clinging to him, wrapped his small arms around Eijar’s massive form.

His embrace was a mixture of comfort and gratitude, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared.

Eijar had been both protector and friend to him, and in this moment, their connection felt stronger than ever.

Eijar, though initially taken aback by the hug, allowed a rare moment of tenderness to wash over her.

She lowered her head, her large reptilian eye gazing down at Ciel, and she made a soft, rumbling sound akin to a contented purr.

It was her way of reciprocating the affection, a subtle acknowledgment of their unspoken camaraderie.

Meanwhile, Lexie lay nearby, her form huddled against Eijar’s serpentine coils.

Eijar approached her as well after that hug, her cold eyes softening for just a moment.

She extended her head and gently tapped Lexie’s shoulder, coaxing her to awaken from her dreams.

As the two stirred awake, Eijar’s presence was a silent reminder that their journey continued, and the mysteries of Triavert awaited them.

Lexie couldn’t bring herself to meet Isiah’s gaze. Her eyes darted to the ground, and she focused on the dirt and leaves scattered beneath her feet.

The awkwardness of the previous night still weighed on her, and she felt a sense of shame for her emotional outburst.

Isiah’s presence, while comforting in some ways, also held a complicated mix of emotions for her.

She knew she had revealed her vulnerability, her jealousy, and her deep desire for his attention.

It left her feeling exposed and uncertain about how he perceived her.

As the group prepared to continue their journey, Lexie remained lost in her thoughts

Isiah’s voice broke the silence that had settled among them.

His words carried a sense of finality as he addressed the group, outlining their path ahead.

"The journey to Triavert will take us at least two days," Isiah stated, his voice measured and resolute.

Ciel and Lexie exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of their quest. Two days in the wilderness, filled with uncertainty and the unknown, awaited them.

With Eijar by their side and Isiah as their guide, they were as prepared as they could be for the trials ahead..

Isiah’s instructions were clear and concise. He continued, his voice unwavering, "We will take no stops."

His resolve was evident, and he emphasized the need for urgency and caution in this undertaking.

Lexie and Ciel nodded in agreement, fully aware of the gravity of their situation.

Isiah summoned Jafar and with practiced ease, he placed Ciel on its back.

Eijar extended her assistance to Lexie, helping her climb onto Jafar’s back as well.

Together, they settled into their positions for the journey ahead.

Their placement was like this :" Eijar then Ciel then Lexie then Isiah "

As Jafar prepared to take flight, it couldn’t resist making a lighthearted comment about Eijar’s newfound size.

"Well, Eijar, you’ve certainly grown quite a bit since the last time we met," it said with a playful tone, acknowledging the remarkable transformation of the dark creature.

Eijar responded with a sly flicker of her tongue, a gesture that conveyed both amusement and a hint of pride.

They were ready to soar through the skies and continue their quest to reach the enigmatic Triavert.

As the journey continued, Lexie found herself positioned in front of Isiah on Jafar’s back.

The arrangement allowed her to face forward, looking out into the horizon, but it also brought her closer to Isiah, making their interactions impossible to avoid.

The space between them seemed to hold unspoken tension.

Sensing Lexie’s hesitation, Isiah decided to take matters into his own hands.

With a firm touch, he reached out, grasped her arms, and carefully pulled her closer, placing her on his chest.

Lexie found herself resting against him, her back now supported by his strong and reassuring presence.

Lexie, surprised by Isiah’s sudden gesture, couldn’t help but stammer out an apology.

Her words were a mix of surprise, gratitude, and the residual guilt she felt from the previous night’s tension.

"I’m... I’m sorry," she began, her voice trembling. "I didn’t mean to... I mean, I appreciate it, but I didn’t want to intrude or..."

Her words trailed off, and she found herself at a loss for how to express her feelings in this moment.

" Just stop moving ..." he ordered.