Day 20 of survival.
There's only one-third of the trial left, and victory is almost within their grasp.
Tonight is cold, but the blizzard has calmed down quite a bit compared to before. It seems Aiklonen has finally come to his senses.
Kane is riding a warhorse, advancing on the road at night with Kreya.
As time passes, the number of pursuers behind them keeps increasing, and they are getting more cunning. Smearing blood to lure them away is no longer effective.
They had just managed to shake off those pursuers during the day but saw the snowstorm halt in the evening.
It's the perfect opportunity to cover some more distance, after all, they were not satisfied with their previous hideout.
As they travel by night, Kane and Kreya are bundled up in warm clothing, courtesy of those wealthy townsfolk, for which they are grateful yet again.
"Ah, this journey is really arduous," Kreya remarked while gazing at the three moons in the sky.
