Days passed in a steady rhythm.
The caravan moved at a measured pace, leaving the borderlands farther behind with each sunrise. Without the influence of necromancy, the nights grew quieter. No undead rose from the soil anymore—only the natural sounds of the forest remained.
Trouble still came, just of a different kind.
Once, a pack of forest monsters tried to attack the caravan but were killed instead. Another time, bandits tried their luck, mistaking the slow-moving convoy for easy prey. Each time, Mike and the others responded without hesitation. The fights were brief and decisive—clean strikes, coordinated spells, and disciplined movement. The enemies never stood a chance.
Seris refined her control over the carriage during the journey, smoothly adjusting speed and direction even on rough terrain. Elina kept the camp safe whener they rested with her powerful barriers. What little danger appeared was handled swiftly and efficiently.
