45 Death is Sweet

Carriages after carriages wheeled across a rocky and bouncy road.

The horses neighed as they continued galloping in the warm weather. The floating islands far in the sky cast a large shadow across the land, which eased the warmth, but the sunlight still managed to brighten the day.

The members of the Consequence sat silently inside one of the wagons. It was pulled by a dark horse with a long, grayish mane. Alpha was in the driver's seat, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat that neatly hid his features.

Jason sat in the far corner of the wagon, cleaning the barrel of his revolver. No one spoke inside the wagon as they all prepared for the inevitable clash with Zachary. They were preparing to die, but also proudly.

But then a small hand poked Jason's waist, trying to get his attention. He looked over to the person sitting next to him, who was a masked woman. She was around 1.7 meters tall with a slender body. Strands of chocolate-brown hair peeked from underneath the hood.