As dusk deepened, painting the sky in muted purples and burnt oranges, Zuka and Noir settled near the entrance of a cave carved into the rocky hillside on the outskirts of Jordan. The terrain around them was rough and uneven, with jagged stones jutting out of the barren soil. Sparse tufts of grass clung stubbornly to the arid ground, their faint green almost swallowed by the deepening shadows. A chill crept into the air, the fading warmth of the day giving way to the crisp bite of approaching night.
The cave itself seemed unremarkable at first glance—its entrance framed by natural stone pillars twisted and gnarled like petrified roots. Dark vines snaked along the edges of the stone, their tendrils clinging to the rough surfaces as if they were feeding on the darkness within. Inside, the air was cooler, carrying the earthy scent of stone and damp soil. Shadows pooled in the corners.
The Obsidian Vanguard moved quietly, some stayed inside the cave while others went out to scout the area. Kaizen stepped forward into the forest. When he returned, he carried dry branches and wood in his arms. The others had already gathered some grass, piling it in the center of the cave.
Kaizen added the wood on top and folded his cobalt wings behind him. He raised one clawed hand over the pile and spoke calmly, "Flame Magic: Flamma Lucis."
Red sparks of magic lit up at his fingertips, then flared into a small fire. The flames caught quickly, crackling and spreading through the dry wood. Warm light filled the cave, casting moving shadows across the stone walls. For a while, no one spoke—only the sound of the fire filled the silence.
Kaizen stepped back, surveying the fire. "That'll do," he said flatly, his sharp gaze flickering toward the cave's entrance as if expecting an unseen threat to emerge from the encroaching night.
Noir, lounging casually against one of the stone pillars, chuckled softly as the flames crackled. "Practical and precise as ever," he said, his crimson eyes glinting in the firelight. "You'd make an excellent steward, Kaizen."
Kaizen didn't rise to the bait, turning his focus outward, his posture remaining rigid. "The fire is more than warmth," he said simply. "Anything watching from the shadows will know we're prepared."
Zuka ignored the banter, settling into a spot close to the warmth, Noir lounged at the entrance, playing at indifference, draping his cloak loosely over one shoulder, Noir let his gaze wander lazily over the flickering flames, though his sharp awareness betrayed the casual posture.
The Vanguards outside the cave maintained their disciplined perimeter, hovering just beyond the entrance. Their wings folded and unfolded occasionally as they adjusted their stances, their eyes scanning the rugged horizon with unyielding focus. A few positioned themselves in the gnarled trees surrounding the cave, their silhouettes blending into the jagged branches. The faint rustle of leaves and the soft hum of the fire were the only sounds, the calm before the storm of what lay ahead.
Inside, the firelight painted jagged shapes on the uneven walls, twisting and shifting like living shadows. The brothers remained silent for a time, the crackle of the flames filling the void. It was a rare moment of stillness, though an unspoken tension lingered, their thoughts clearly on the challenges awaiting them in Jordan.
Finally, Zuka broke the silence, his voice calm but resolute. "We'll need more information, we'll need to enter the city... Alone," he said, his tone leaving no room for debate. "We don't need unnecessary attention."
One of the soldiers at the entrance hesitated before stepping forward, concern etched across his face. "But my lords, it is our duty to protect you," he said firmly.
Noir tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a faint, sardonic smile. "Do you think your strength surpasses ours?" he asked, his voice light but cutting. "You have your orders—hold this position and keep watch. That will suffice."
The soldier faltered, clearly uneasy, but lowered his gaze and returned to his place in the perimeter.
Zuka rose, his movements deliberate as he began removing his royal armor. The gleaming pieces, symbols of his status and power, were carefully set aside on a smooth patch of stone near the fire, revealing a simple white robe. Noir followed suit, shedding his dark, intricately embroidered cloak for a simpler one, its plain fabric making him almost unrecognizable.
As they prepared to leave, Kaizen stepped closer, his blue eyes flicking between the two brothers. "Are you sure about this, my lord? We are in enemy territory, at least let a few soldiers follow you in shadow." he said to Zuka, his voice low but weighted with concern.
Zuka nodded, his golden eyes steady. "We'll move faster without drawing attention. If we're recognized, it could jeopardize everything. Stay here and ensure nothing follows us."
Kaizen inclined his head in acknowledgment, though the tension in his expression remained.
Noir adjusted his cloak with a casual shrug, his crimson gaze lingering on the horizon. "Don't look so grim, Kaizen," he said with a sly grin. "We'll be back before you miss us."
"We'll be back soon." Zuka assured, his tone quiet but firm.
Without another word, the brothers stepped out of the cave, their forms disappearing into the deepening night. Behind them, the fire burned steadily, casting its protective glow against the cold darkness. The soldiers resumed their watchful positions, the weight of their duty heavy as the quiet hills of Jordan stood sentinel over the secrets yet to be unraveled.