Echoes of the Obsidian Age

Previously

…His breath caught in his throat. It was them. Gorok’s tribe. And Lyra was likely there. A surge of fierce protectiveness, a primal instinct, coursed through him. He lowered himself down the steep slope, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving the encampment. The journey had been arduous, the dangers immense, but he had found them. Now, the true test would begin. He had to get Lyra back. And he would face whatever stood in his way.