1730 H
Lance was always good at estimations. And his estimate would take them to the Asphodel Cave at around 1800 H.
However, the dark seemed to catch on them earlier, like that of yesterday. The Convoy was now slower as they were loaded with salt.
"Lock and load," Handsome said.
The soldiers were exhausted from the laborious mining and hopefully their yesterday's skirmish had discouraged the pursuing groundlings.
However, it was the contrary. The snarls came along with the thumps of paws against the ground like drums. Lance's anxiousness was doubled compared to yesterday.
Something about the darkness, the ominous feeling that one could not explain, that was it.
But a streak of hope as he watched inside his knapsack, five poison bombs. The fifteen poison bombs were with the other rebel operatives. Damian had one and Handsome did too.
