I glanced at the timer again, more out of habit than necessity.
[Time left until the King's Games begin: 1 week, 5 days]
[01:15:32 ]
[01:15:33]
[01:15:34]
The journey had taken more than 7 hours.
And also, two full days had passed.
I let the numbers sit there for a moment before dismissing the display. Time was tightening around me, not enough to panic, but enough to remind me that every decision from here on out needed to be deliberate.
Gork glanced down at the map once more, tracing the rough markings with his finger, then lifted his head and scanned the terrain ahead.
"We should be close enough now," he said, voice steady despite his fatigue. "From high ground, we ought to be able to see their base."
