The journey from the elven realm to the Valewood Abyss grounds took two days of nearly nonstop travel. If their steeds had been ordinary animals, they could never have covered such a distance in that time.
Even so, they had to take short breaks along the way to let their mounts rest and eat.
Someone like Freya could have made the journey alone in just a few hours, but she'd chosen to travel with James.
"We're here," Freya murmured, her gaze fixed on the ominous storm clouds swirling above the Valewood Abyss. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance, adding to the foreboding atmosphere.
As they neared the edge of the forest, James noticed a camp with elven warriors patrolling the area.
"Is the Rift the reason for the camp?" he asked, turning to Freya with a curious expression.
"Yes," Freya replied. "Normally, you wouldn't even notice them. They'd stay hidden among the trees, scattered to prevent intruders from getting anywhere near this place."