Gallop. Gallop. Gallop.~
The thick-legged stallions slowly descended a hilly forest path in the dead of night.
Up, down, up, down...
They had been moving across the many hilly paths and strange terrain all too familiar.
The Caravans, accompanied by no more than 60 guards on horseback, traveled across the path, still keeping their vigilance high.
Look left; look right.
Look up, look sideways...
The men held onto their reigns tightly.
Everyone looked around except one of the pale-toned burly men with a long scar slashed across his face.
"Archers stay on guard. We've long entered the deep forest zones."
This means their worries won't necessarily come from humans but wild forest beasts.
Yes!
For the many days, months, and even years they had moved along this road too deep into the forest, they hardly, if not ever, ran into people other than those from the Society.
