The horses contracted their muscles as their hooves made a little splash against the soft ground. The wooden wheels were ever turning as they left the third and last checkpoint. The carriage was being basked on the left side by the shimmer of twilight, signaling the sun's shift for the day.
Up ahead was yet another city wall, the biggest than the other two. This was the frontier of the Mortal World against its own secrets. The Myriad Devils.
Assid slightly bent his rein to control the horses. Once the horses gradually slowed down their speed to a canter, he loosened his pressure. He sharpened his eyes and saw adventurers with their smiles and a wooden cup filled with unholy beverages in their hands. They were laughing, they were chattering, and a few of their faces had turned red.
"Look's like the festive has begun without me," said Lyon whose head stuck out of the blinders between Graham and Assid.
