What the Temple had done was like slapping him across the face.
He was an elf, born with a natural dislike for the undead. But to fight the Temple, he was willing to use these two dark servants.
"Sooner or later," Renjiro said, his voice like ice, "I will tear down the Temple, root and stem! I'll destroy every single Altar of Light and wipe the followers of the God of Light from this continent!"
Elaria looked at him, worried.
She could feel the raw anger and killing intent radiating from him.
Renjiro gave a slight shake of his head, silently telling her not to worry.
The sun was starting to dip towards the west.
Up on the treeless mountains, the bare rocks still reflected the light, making it almost as bright as midday. Down in the forests, shadows would already be growing long.
Finally, the elven army reached their destination.
Elaria held a smooth stone – Lyanna's Philosopher's Stone – which showed a magical map of the mountains, pinpointing the gold mine.
