They spared no time in trekking back to the campsite, the road back was split cleanly down the middle a testament of the earthquake's destruction. As they walked, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, eerie shadows that danced macabrely along the ruined path. The air grew colder, and the forest seemed to hold its breath, waiting. The once lush undergrowth now crunched beneath their feet, broken and desolate. A chill ran down Wesleynard's spine as he noticed the strange stillness of the forest creatures.
"How is such destruction possible?" The coachman gazed in fear the knights seemingly sharing his sentiment as they shifted still, "The power of Daeth is unfathomable. This is but a glimpse of what they can do." Natalia's words snapped the men out of their questionable haze clouding their minds, the cold air seeming to echo her sentiment.
