While feeling the constant desire to cause chaos and feast on the flesh of his companions, Vincent decided they should depart earlier, heading to the goblin capital of Gerrak'dun, meaning the home of the sun, the same day, instead of waiting two days.
Momo looked to her side, holding the reins as the horses began to navigate the twisting and narrow path; there was only enough space for a single carriage to pass as their sides were blocked by
The winding, twisting road snaked through the dense forest like a serpent, coiling around trees and slipping over rocks. Its surface was rough and uneven, riddled with potholes and scattered with fallen leaves.
'This road is always so creepy!' Momo remembered her journeys here alone, once travelling through here at night, feeling like the forest was whispering to her, a strange and dark voice hidden in the depths of the bifurcated forest.
