Upon Dragonback
What felt like an hour passed of staying crouched by the bushes while listening to the march of the undead through the misty forest. The entire time, he watched the demonkin man carefully, who seemed on the verge of breaking down, if he wasn't already doing so internally.
Though there was something he noticed, seeing as all of the lumbering silhouettes of the Husks seemed to be moving in the same direction–north.
"Wait…the direction they're heading, is it…?" He began to ask.
"Huh?" Haman looked up.
"Are they heading for Majulfan?" He realized audibly.
Haman looked at him, "Majulfan…? Wait, you might be right. But why…? Who would want to attack Majulfan? Felnotica doesn't have any enemies, except–"
"The Reverse King," Jett finished for him.
"I didn't want to say it…How is this happening now? When I'm heading there of all times?...Just how rotten is my luck?" Haman depressingly whined.