The next morning came with a pale orange sky, the sun peeking over the horizon like it was shy to start the day. The group rose early, knowing they had only one more day before embarking on a long and dangerous journey halfway across the world. Despite the tension and the uncertainty, they knew one thing for sure — they needed to prepare.
Behind the inn, there was an open patch of land where travelers often trained or tested their weapons. That was where the group gathered. The sound of metal clashing, arrows slicing the air, and spells humming from Jason's staff filled the area as they each began practicing in their own way.
Marcus was swinging his axe with force and frustration. Each blow he delivered to the wooden dummy in front of him seemed to echo with his inner turmoil. He was still upset about being bound by a covenant, and every strike was him cursing himself under his breath.
