Chapter 43: History Of the Wasteland!

The beastmen cavalry, commanded by Logan, guided the limping remnants of the caravan. Hindered by the injured, their progress was painstakingly slow.

As darkness cloaked the landscape, they found themselves a daunting forty miles from Kasros Canyon. Given the caravan's wounded members, Logan wisely decided against a perilous night march into the treacherous terrain.

They set up camp on the slopes of a rugged mountain, seeking refuge amidst the harsh rocks. The night air buzzed with the crackling of the campfire as Logan engaged in conversation with Gava, a robust boar beastman.

"So, Gava, the famine in the northern wasteland worsens?" Logan inquired; his voice laced with concern.