They rode without rest.
The road between Amol and Babylon was far from smooth, especially after the goblin movements had torn through the outer lands. Broken branches, abandoned carts, and occasional bloodstains marked the path, leaving the horses to slow down more than once.
Even so, Luka didn't stop.
Furia's hooves struck the dirt road with a steady rhythm, while Galatea rode close behind him, her blue eyes constantly scanning the treeline.
Luvia remained further back, half-lounging on her saddle despite the speed, as if riding through the darkening forest were no different from walking through a garden.
Mildred sat before her.
For some reason, the woman had refused to ride with Galatea.
At the time, she'd muttered, "...I dislike blondes," for the third time.
Galatea's eyebrow twitched, and before things could develop further into a fight, Luka decided to take action and rode ahead without allowing them to keep fighting.
