Milon pulls back on the reins, slowing his horse down from its all-out gallop. The nine other horsemen do the same, forming a loose formation.
The Atiming River is two thousand yards away. The distant form of the camp is growing closer and closer with each second. The foreboding Atiming Woods rise high on your left.
Your adrenaline has completely crashed. Exhaustion floods back through your aching body.
But it's over.
For now.
So much has happened in the last forty-eight hours. You've witnessed horrid bloodshed. You've been fighting and commanding constantly.
So much stress. So much constant exertion. So much blood and death. All of this on barely any sleep or food.
Dehydration, stress, exhaustion, all of it is beginning to take its toll.
You're going to need time to recover.
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