The sudden quake in the palace of the dark fays caught a lot of attention. Diarmuid's gaze shifted from Drano and rested on the tall tower that could be spotted from miles away. It was made of sturdy brick and cast irons that kept it standing even after such a blast that had quaked the earth and caused other neighboring structures to collapse almost immediately.
“My goodness… the prince!” Drano exclaimed, his eyes were also fixed on the tower only turning briefly to the fays with him, who quickly understood the signal they were being giving. Without wasting another second they were off, down the trail that led to the palace/tower.
“Thank goodness Diarmuid” Darren muttered a sigh of relief as he broke out of the forest into the clear path with Meon lagging behind. “Don’t go running off
