Chapter 69:Raining Rats

The morning after the attack, Kain and Talor wasted no time in preparing to move. The night had been restless, with the weight of uncertainty and the looming threat of another ambush keeping them both on edge. The escort party had suffered losses, and the remaining guards were on high alert, their hands never straying far from their weapons.

As they set out again, the road stretched ahead, winding through dense forests and rocky inclines. The Eastern Province was still a good distance away, and their pace had slowed considerably due to the constant need for vigilance. Kain walked near the front, his hammer strapped to his back, eyes scanning the trees for any sign of movement. Talor, ever the sharp-eyed scout, moved with a readiness that spoke of his own training.