The ride had been smooth, the carriage gliding over the frosty ground as they continued their journey. The landscape had transformed from the icy slopes of the mountain into more level terrain, though the cold still clung to the air. The road ahead led them alongside a towering cliff, the path narrow and winding with an overhang that loomed above like a stone guardian.
Luke sat in the carriage, the rhythmic clatter of wheels over the earth filling the silence between him and Karrigan. The journey felt almost serene, a stark contrast to the tension and chaos they had left behind in Laiken and the treacherous descent from the mountain. It was as if nature itself had granted them a reprieve, allowing them this moment of calm.
But nature is never predictable.
