The next morning, after breakfast, the four of them resumed their journey toward the Twenty-Four Peaks.
Ronan Kendrick had hypnotized Flynn Hansen, scrambling all his memories of the previous day. Now, all he remembered was the sandstorm.
The Whispwood had fallen silent again, but vast stretches of its trees had been destroyed by the sandstorm. The path was littered with fallen branches, making it a struggle for the horses to gallop.
"Let's move out." Evelyn Ford put on her helmet and rode out first, with Ronan Kendrick right behind her.
As they rode through the Whispwood, dust billowed up from the horses' hooves, quickly covering their clothes in a layer of grime. Thankfully, their helmets kept the grit out of their eyes.
The morning's journey went smoothly. By eleven o'clock, the four of them had finally reached the Twenty-Four Peaks. Gazing at the towering mountains before them, they at last understood why Flynn Hansen had called this place dangerous.
