Right now, the top prodigies from all major factions were frantically scouring the region in search of them. Every route toward Ironblood City would undoubtedly be heavily guarded.
Though Ironblood City was the third princess's territory and they would be safe once inside, the chances of getting intercepted en route were far too high.
So instead of walking into their net, heading back to the secret realm might actually be the safest option.
By now, night had fallen. The bright moon hung in the sky, but much of its light was blocked by the thick forest canopy, casting everything ahead into pitch darkness, like a lurking beast ready to devour.
But Alan's spiritual perception was incredibly sharp. Carrying the third princess on his back, he leapt nimbly and silently through the shadows, eventually returning to the island and slipping into the deepest part of the ancient castle—a secluded back garden.
Only then did he stop.
