High above the treetops, Eccar hovered with his wings spread wide, the wind rushing past him as he strained his hearing. In the distance he could make out the sharp clash of steel, Magic bursts, and sounds of battle. Its coming from the direction the party had gone.
He narrowed his eyes, the slitted pupils of his Dragon gaze cutting through the mist. He focused on the commotion and when his enhanced vision finally pierced through the forest canopy and layers of fog, he spotted them.
Jan's party was now fighting againts another human party. They looks outnumbered but standing strong.
Eccar let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"I think they can handle themselves. At least for now. That was enough. I have to let them deal with that for now. They're strong. They'll be alright," he thought.
Without hesitation, he turned away and shot through the sky, angling himself toward the nearest rift. It pulsed in the earth like an open wound, leaking corruption and grey horrors into the world.
