The question, however, still remained.
How was he going to cross the Garden of Grief? Did he even know where he was heading? And how was he supposed to locate the red and black entity he was tasked to kill?
Auren's jaw tightened as bitter curses for Asenya escaped through clenched teeth.
That twisted, narrow-minded witch had hurled him into this nightmare with barely an explanation beyond its nature. Not a word about where to find the red and black creature.
Even the creature itself lacked proper description. Yet Auren sensed he would recognize it instantly upon sight—not every time one got to see a creature walking around in red and black skin. So it was strangely specific while lacking.
And what of his escape? He suspected the old hag had some solution waiting for the moment he claimed the heart of this mysterious being.
