There was a movement in the air, a change of intensity that even Varion and Sarah caught immediately. The Goliath Mammoth must have felt it too because either in a fit of anger or irritation, it let out an ear splitting trumpet.
The siblings covered their ears immediately, blocking out the sound as much as they could while the force of the burst shook the very river itself.
Then, they felt that familiar bone-chilling aura again. From the golden gates.
A presence. A massive, looming shadow.
Varion and Sarah froze. Deremiah, now on the boat, turned around with Cestrel, their eyes widening at the sight of that relentless guardian.
"No way," Deremiah muttered.
From behind the gates, the towering structure of stone emerged. Tall, humanoid yet emotionless, dressed in a religious garment of worship and war. Driven by a purpose.