A Short Goodbye
"Those were Demons," Brightblade said. "Nasty things, though they don't usually venture this close to the Valleys."
"But what are they?" Arran asked again, his expression troubled. "They weren't like the Remnants. These things… they were intelligent."
He cast a wary look at the rocky path behind them, half expecting to see either Remnants or Demons in the distance. Yet there was no sign of either — if anything had tried to follow them, the formation had clearly stopped it.
Still, he wasn't fully reassured. The mountains stretched into the distance as far as he could see, and between their snowy peaks and low valleys, he feared there would be something capable of crossing the barrier.