An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

As night fell, Warrick sat motionless in his room as he tried to calm his mind through meditation. He had always been able to clear his mind with ease. But tonight, no matter how hard he tried, focus eluded him. A restless unease settled over him and refused to let him relax.

Nearly two hours passed before Mulder’s scouts finally returned. This time, they brought good news.

The smuggling route they had scouted was completely safe, with no signs of an ambush. The West Lucozia army had yet to discover this potential escape route.

Once everything was confirmed, Mulder let out a breath of relief. Warrick, too, finally felt the weight lift from his chest.

“Since the route is safe, we should set out immediately to avoid any unexpected complications.” Warrick said.

He had no intention of waiting any longer. He was a wanted man, and every moment in West Lucozia increased his chances of capture.

There was no telling when the army might surround him. Only by escaping to Thaloria would he be truly safe.

“Pack up. We’re leaving now.” Mulder wasted no time.

After a quick disguise, the group set out.

The countryside was quiet, and their plain van blended in as it rumbled down the road. After about an hour, they reached a fork where the road ended.

“There’s a narrow path ahead. The van can’t go any further we’ll have to walk from here.”

out first, and Warrick followed in silence. They moved swiftly along the narrow path and reached

first glance, it looked like

for one, where a dim light still flickered. A man dressed like a

this the smuggling route you were talking about?” Warrick frowned the moment he saw the fishing boats ahead. ”

fine for a short trip in calm waters, but even a small storm

days at sea. If they ran into rough weather, a boat this size wouldn’t stand a chance-it would be torn apart by the

if he got thrown into the sea. He couldn’t figure out whether Mulder was a fool or

evenly, “Of course, I know these fishing boats can’t handle an open-sea

to Thaloria on them

plan?” Warrick’s

everything planned out,” Mulder explained. “These fishing boats are just for the first leg of the trip. About 30 miles out, the Hall of

how it is. You nearly had me thinking you’d lost

chiding himself of course, Mulder wasn’t the type to make such an amateur

wouldn’t have pulled

larger vessel would

the area, and

around cautiously. After confirming there was no danger, he finally led Warrick forward. Under the cover of night, the group moved cautiously toward

now,

the deck, legs crossed, didn’t react.

kicked the man’s boot