Falla Hills Road.

The custom jeeps sped along the lonely, tiled road, both sides had numerous trees, vegetation and hills as options to sightsee.

In the second jeep, sat Lavana and Phoenix in the back seat, communicating with each other by means of telepathy while Zyair was in the driver's seat skillfully giving them a cosy ride, a catchy song playing on the stereo.

Suddenly, the jeep ahead of them halted without warning. Zyair stopped the vehicle too. A sort of uneasiness crept into his heart. It was understandable. The last time they stopped with the other ruined jeeps, they encountered some witch and later a sorcerer.

Zyair quickly got...