The group had continued the journey now, the rhythmic clatter of hooves echoed through the dense woodland, the soft rustling of leaves above creating a tranquil backdrop to their journey. Sunlight filtered through the towering trees, casting dappled shadows over the uneven dirt path. The air carried the earthy scent of damp moss and pine, a stark contrast to the unease creeping into Liam's body.
He shifted uncomfortably in his saddle, his fingers tightening around the reins as a wave of dizziness washed over him. His limbs felt heavier than before, and a dull throbbing pulsed behind his temples. He exhaled slowly, hoping to shake off the growing discomfort, but it only seemed to deepen.
Maybe it's just fatigue… he thought, trying to rationalize the sudden weakness. They had fought hard, after all. The battle had drained them, but he was no stranger to exhaustion. He just needed a bit of rest, that's all.
