Eccar gave a firm nod to the remaining eight adventurers. His gaze swept over them one last time, golden eyes meeting theirs with quiet understanding.
"I'll start now," he said simply, then spread his wings wide. With a powerful gust of wind and a rush of heat he launched into the sky.
The trees groaned under the force of his ascent and then he was gone like a dark shape rising fast toward the temple's perimeter.
Jan turned to the others then say with urgent voice, "Let's get closer. Stay low. We wait for his signal."
They all nodded in understanding.
They moved in a tight formation, sticking to the underbrush as they approached the temple's edge.
The golems were still there in their statuesque and motionless figures, the hulking giants of stone and Magic still silent in their watch. Fifty of them, exactly as Jan had counted earlier with height about ten meteres each.
