Ashton had been traveling with the caravan for two days, and his anticipation of reaching the Ruins of Ashenfort was growing stronger with each passing moment. The caravan had just entered a dense forest, and the trees grew closer together, casting a shadowy canopy over the road. Ashton looked around curiously, committing the scenery to his memory while it was still peaceful.
Suddenly, the caravan came to a halt, and Ashton started frowning. He knew that they were getting close to the ruins, and he could feel the dark energy emanating from the area. The caravan leader stepped off his wagon and approached Ashton.
"We'll be entering the Ruins of Ashenfort soon," he said, his voice low and serious. "Be prepared for anything. The demons here are ruthless and will stop at nothing to destroy us."