According to the driver, they had about three hours of travel left before reaching their destination.
However, the night had fallen faster than expected, forcing him to call for a stop.
They could have pushed on if Michael had insisted, but for the people of this world, traveling at night was a risk few were willing to take.
In fact, along the way, he had already noticed several carriages stopping by the roadside, their occupants setting up camp for the night.
One thing stood out to him—each group kept a respectful distance from one another.
Michael wouldn't call himself the smartest, but this simple observation, combined with the driver's unspoken caution, made it clear that wild animals and monsters weren't the only dangers lurking in the dark.
As they settled in, a campfire crackled at the center of their makeshift resting spot, while Michael's four undead stood watch.
