Chapter 478: The Tombstone Marker

Chapter 478: The Tombstone Marker

Merchant Caravan

Killed by chainling

Year of the Seven Moons, 1205

Dallion stood in front of the tombstone. Over a year had passed since it had been erected from the ground and there still were no signs of wear, as if it had just been placed.

This was the single indication of what had happened to the caravan. No names were mentioned nor the number of people who had been killed. The marker didnt include the soldiers or volunteers that had lost their lives either. Looking back, Dallion had almost been one of them.

This is where the battle took place? Nil asked.

Not exactly. Dallion slid his fingers along the top of the tombstone. This is where we found the caravan. Or what was left of it? From here, we continue south.

I know that it might appear a bit self-serving, but do you consider that a sound idea, dear boy? Youve no idea where the caravan was headed or for what purpose. There are no roads south, no trade posts, and no people to ask regarding their destination.

That was true. As far as the world was concerned, there was nothing down south. Back when Dallions village had been established, people considered it the fringe of the empire. All the expansions seemed to be north and partially west.

Harp, Vihrogon, anything you can tell me? Dallion asked.

Sorry, the armadil shield guardian said almost instantly.

In Dallions experience, that meant that he knew something but wasnt allowed to share it yet. At the same time, Harp didnt say a word.

Will you be able to tell me at some point?

Well see, the guardian said with a light chuckle. As with relationships, you have to earn it.

That part of the dryad still annoyed him. Centuries of being a companion guardian had definitely shaped his way of thinking. Still, he was useful, not to mention one of the few who had lived in a past age. It was unfortunate that Dallion didnt have a chance to have a discussion with Hannahs cook before leaving. If there was anyone who knew about the south and was willing to discuss it, it had to be him. Maybe Dallion should have skipped by the morning before setting off. However, hindsight was always twenty-twenty.

Think of it as an adventure, the dryad said. You used to love those.

And then I grew up, Dallion replied.

In truth, he still found adventuring amusing, although he had aged a few centuries in true time since then. The current him was far more pragmatic. There was still the desire to help as much as possible, and definitely try to save the world from the poison plague, but he was no longer cursed by burning recklessness. Also, he didnt appreciate having to do so many things at once. Back when he had just become an awakened, he treated everything like quests in a game, accepting as many as possible without any thought of how or when hed complete them. Now the only thing that mattered was the task at hand, namely finding the last known dragon.

Taking a final look at the tombstone, Dallion walked forward, taking his first steps into the unknown.

Yo, gramps! Onda said. How about you put your writing skills to use? Theres no map for the region, so maybe you can scribble things down and sell it for some coin.

That was a rather unusual reaction coming from the guardian of Dallions hammer. At least, it would have been if Dallion didnt know the exact motives behind Ondas suggestion. Despite the nymphs considerable skills when it came to engineering and metalwork, he was hopelessly transparent when it came to asking favors.

Ill get you some more special metals, dont worry, Dallion replied. Once Im back, youll get to make all the fancy designs Ive learned.

Better not break your work, gramps, the guardian nymph.

Almost there! Lux chirped eagerly. Only a few steps more.

Gleam, is there some illusion? Dallion asked.

The whip blade rose up from its sheath, gently flying forward. After a few hundred feet it stopped.

Well, Gleam said. Definitely not an illusion. But something that you must check out.

That was two guardians that had acted strangely. Drawing his harpsisword, Dallion split into a dozen instances and ran forward. Soon enough he saw exactly that the guardians before him had, and it left him breathless.

By the Seven, he whispered, staring down.

What he thought was the horizon all this time turned out to be the end of a plateau a very high plateau. Beyond it, several miles below, extended something else entirely. It was almost as massive as the land mass had smashed into the land, creating a canyon hundreds of times larger than the Grand Canyon.

The wonder didnt end there. There were ruins of buildings below, almost entirely swallowed up by what could only be described as a vast desert-jungle. Palms, vines, and cacti rose from dunes of sand continuing for as far as the eye could see. There were small mountains, even what appeared to be a few rivers breaking up the yellowy-greenness.

Welcome to the fallen south, Vihrogon said.

Has this always been here? Dallion asked.

There was no way the Academy hadnt discovered this. Anyone with flight would have seen it miles away. Or maybe they had. That would explain what a caravan was doing here. The cynic in Dallion also considered that the reason the Order had built a monastery so far from all known civilization might not have been to take care of a few struggling villages. But why hadnt anyone from the empire discovered it? And why had the chainling turned away? If it had continued in that direction, it would have easily escaped the hunting party.

I really would suggest ending it here, Nil insisted again.

Tell me why and Ill consider it. Dallion stood his ground.

Its said that those who go south never come back.

Someone must have gone back to say that. Dallion tried to make light of the argument, but he too felt uneasy. There was an unsettling calm coming from the land below. It wasnt void, but it was eerily close, as if something within the jungle-desert sucked in all types of emotions, transforming them into sterile calmness. Do you think a dragon could live here?

Its possible, but do you want to find out that badly? Going down wont be easy and getting back out will be outright impossible.

Lux, can get me out, Dallion said. Besides, itll be an excuse to increase my athletic skills.

Dallion The echo said in a stern voice. I respect you enough to leave you to your choices, no matter how idiotic they might be at times. Just dont make light of the situation. If you want to go down there, youll go down here, but dont pretend its a walk in the park.

Dallion didnt like the sound of that, but he had to admit the echo was right.

Sorry, Nil. I didnt expect anything of the sort.

Moving to the edge, Dallion took a silver coin from his pouch and tossed it down. The piece of metal glinted, falling further and further until it finally disappeared in a patch of palm trees. Only a mage with flying would make it all the way down there, not without miles of rope. The edges of the canyon were almost straight, presenting a challenge even to a high-leveled awakened.

Still hesitating, Dallion looked up at the sky. While it was still day, the faint outline of a Moon was also visible in the sky: the outline of the Green Moon.

Not so subtle anymore, are you? Dallion thought, then started the long climb into the canyon.