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He would’ve liked to have a bit more time to himself, but matters needed to be taken care of. After this latest battle, he wanted to check up on their supplies back at camp. While he trusted Jari to handle logistics most of the time, it was still prudent to look on things himself regularly. A ship ran best when its captain made his presence known, after all. And of course there was still the matter of the research team. Hopefully, they would have--

The ground quaked under his feet as he was standing up. It was violent enough to kick up splintered debris all around him, though it did not make him stumble in the slightest.

He was instantly reminded of someone he loathed. This feeling was all too familiar.

Was she here? Had she chased him all the way across the Luthic Ocean? Surely not. She had much more pressing concerns on Eloa, at the moment.

But then again, he’d been thinking she might pop up for a while now, because her name had been conspicuously absent from most of the reports he’d read of the war. She should have been making ample trouble for his men over there, so the fact that she’d been quiet suggested that she was up to something. He’d thought maybe she would make a play on his country during all the chaos, maybe try to launch a counter invasion and finally end the stalemate while he was away.

He’d been hoping for that, actually. Such a move would almost certainly overextend her forces and make his eventual counter stroke that much more potent when he returned home.

He did not sense her yet, however, which was curious. If there was one thing about the Gargoyle of Korgum that he appreciated, it was that she tended not to bother concealing herself. It was likely too difficult for her, once she started making the ground rumble.

He leapt. His dirtied coat flapped wildly behind him as he arched high over the landscape, and he got a clear view of the distant horizon in all directions, save where the giants of Jaskadan still managed to touch the clouds and impede his sight.

His landing was soft, barely disturbing the dirt as his boots touched Eleg again. In a single bound, he’d made it all the way back to the encampment. Not such a difficult feat for him, despite how far today’s battle had strayed from its origin point.