In the depressing atmosphere, the journey didn't feel shorter. But no matter how long it was, the destination would be reached at some point. And the point was not far, judging from the traces of activity that formed a contrast with the barren land they had gone through.
"Anyone know the enemy we will face? Will it be the barbarians from last time?"
"You talked as if we did much. We just used our bodies to stall them and block some blows for the lords."
"I just want to know if it can be worse."
"It will be death either way."
The last sentence brought finality to the conversation, and with a renewed silence they arrived at the new camp.
It was smaller than the previous one. That seemed normal, as the rear camp might be the main base on the battlefield, the last line, while the frontline camp here might just be one of many.
