Epilogue - Ceaseless Eternity, Perpetual Reality

We hiked up the mountains to Rûte, where we spent the night camping just west of the small mountain town. Sellion and Essaerae took turns telling spooky stories around our campfire, Sellion's mostly ending with a character's dismemberment. He went into gorey detail. I was undoubtedly sure he had done some of these himself.

In the morning after, we were descending. The wind was still yet cool against my flesh. The leaves of the trees didn't bend. I got distracted by thinking about the future. I had never been to the Terkraell Desert. It would be my first time seeing a whole different ecosystem. A different culture. I knew little of the horned men's culture. I was excited to learn.

Essaerae skipped along down the winding path that had been cut into the underbrush. Sellion was his normal, unamused self. The horses followed behind us.