Escape and Secrets

The decoy wagon thundered down the road, its enchanted wheels kicking up clouds of dust as it tore away from the caravan.

The Hollowed took the bait.

Dozens of them screeched, their twisted bodies lurching away from the caravan to pursue the false prize. The black vines receded, shifting toward the runaway wagon like starving beasts chasing fresh prey.

But not all of them.

Some remained.

Some were not fooled.

Argolaith could still feel them watching.

Waiting.

They know.

"Move!" the caravan leader barked, spurring his warhorse forward. The remaining wagons surged ahead, their enchanted wheels absorbing the shocks of the ruined road with ease.

Malakar ran alongside them, his movements eerily smooth—effortless. His undead body showed no strain, no fatigue.

Argolaith kept pace, ignoring the burn in his muscles. His instincts screamed that something was still wrong.