Days passed, and the night quickly swallowed the barren wasteland.
In this desolate land, the sound of marching footsteps echoed, emanating from the carriages and chariots carrying the Ebizo soldiers.
These chariots, crafted from giant shells, had coral spikes on each side of their wheels for maximum damage. Despite their colorful appearance, the shells were incredibly tough and difficult to destroy.
Inside a grand carriage, Izu and Lyncon sat. Izu wore a smug and confident expression, while Lyncon's face was pale with worry.
"L-lord Izu, are you sure about where we are going?" Lyncon asked, shuddering. His nerves were getting to him.
"Of course I am!" Izu sneered. "I had one of my spies follow a rebel to their accursed shelter. I have the map right here. We will reach our destination soon enough."
As if on cue, one of the soldiers shouted, "Lord Izu, we're sighting their hideout!"
