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His conversation with Rasalased hadn't felt all that long, but he knew full well that there was some sort of time dilation effect. The same thing had happened when he talked to him in his sleep. Most likely, several hours had already passed.

Yet even so, Hector was a bit surprised to hear that the Sandlords had made it all the way across Callum so quickly. Sure, they had already been in the country by the time his own party had left Warrenhold, so the distance traveled was probably similar or perhaps even shorter; but still, he'd expected the Callumi authorities to prove more of a hindrance to the Sandlords' progress.

Not to mention, there were supposed to be three hundred civilians with them. Hector wondered how Abbas' group was managing to move so many so quickly.

According to the reapers, the Lorent-Callum border was only a short hike to the east, but Hector couldn't see any kind of barrier out there in the dark. Only open plains. Hector asked Garovel privately if there were any nearby guards on patrol, but apparently, that wasn't a problem, either.

It was convenient, but it also made Hector concerned about the overall safety of Lorent as a nation. There was a war going on, and it was literally headed in this direction. Border security should've probably been something of a priority at the moment, shouldn't it have?

Maybe he would broach that subject the next time he visited Riverton Hall.

'Hold on,' said Levinox, drawing everyone's glance. 'The Sandlords are not alone, anymore.'

The group perked up collectively in the darkness, waiting agonizingly for elaboration. Hector could see the reaper's skeletal expression distorting with apparent confusion as he was no doubt trying his best to decipher the information he was receiving.

'...They're under attack,' Levinox finally said. 'Abolish caught up to them.'