Riding Toward The Empire II

The carriage had been traveling for hours, covering an impressive distance of over three thousand miles since they had first set out from Daynz Town.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of deep orange and purple. Inside the carriage, the group of four sat in relative silence, the steady rhythm of the Ghost Rides' hooves providing a soothing backdrop to their thoughts.  

Lord Leah broke the quiet, her voice cutting through the stillness. "Elder White Fang," she began, "how much farther do we have to go?"  

The elder, seated comfortably with his arms crossed, glanced at her briefly. "Another day at least," he answered. "We'll reach the outskirts of the Soulor Empire by this time tomorrow."  

Lord Leah sighed, leaning back in her seat. "I almost regret choosing this method," she admitted. "Almost."