The journey back to the Shadow Isles took nearly half a day. Compared to their trip to the HeartForge, the trip through the desert was much easier this time.
While they were still occasionally attacked by Sand Beasts, they handled them very easily using their new weapons.
During all of this, the carriage continued onwards, rattling softly over the blackened earth and ash dunes, the Spectral Horses galloping in eerie silence as their hooves barely touched the sandy ground.
The heat of the HeartForge had long faded from the air, replaced by the cool breath of the outer deserts. Above them, the sky was bruised purple and red, the aftermath of a setting sun fighting the coming storm.
Inside the lead carriage, the group sat in a loose quiet, their earlier excitement about Vorago tempered by the continuous battles and the long hours of travel.
