After that fateful night, the journey returned to a familiar rhythm of quiet resolve and steady progress. The clash of steel and the cries of the fallen were now only echoes in their minds, distant but not forgotten.
The land stretched endlessly before them, a vast expanse of cold and silence. With each step, the chill of the north became more pronounced. The wind carried a biting edge, weaving through their ranks and sending shivers down even the most battle-hardened spines. But compared to the previous night's horrors, this cold was nothing.
No more ambushes. No more monstrous foes lurking in the shadows.
Just the open road, and the weight of their thoughts.
