The next two days of the journey to Brenden passed with little more than the rhythmic sound of hooves on dirt and the occasional grumble from Lord Faolan.
Adrian and Medea kept their senses sharp, knowing the dangers the Shadow Court could bring, but there were no further signs of bandits or ambushes. The air was heavily tensed, but for now, the road remained quiet.
At night, Adrian and Medea took turns keeping watch while the others slept, their eyes scanning the dark treeline for any movement.
The faint glow of the fire was the only light in the otherwise pitch-black surroundings, casting long shadows that danced with the flickering flames.
Despite the stillness, Adrian's thoughts raced with anticipation of what lay ahead in Brenden.
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