The forest stretched endlessly ahead, cloaked in a silent fog that only grew thicker as they advanced. Snow and mud mixed beneath their horses' hooves, each step sinking with a heavy, wet crunch.
Trafalgar glanced to his right. The captain easily over two meters tall was riding just ahead of him. The poor horse beneath him looked like it was doing everything in its power not to collapse. From behind, it almost looked like a grown ass man riding a pony.
Trafalgar clicked his tongue and trotted up beside him. "Wouldn't it have been better to stay grouped, Captain? What if that thing, whatever it is, is stronger than the tree my uncle just killed?"
The captain gave him a sideways glance, calm and collected. "No need to worry, my lord. If anything happens, we've got a flare ready. Our team has a mage, and the archer from the other group has signal shots prepared in case the other group needs help too. All we need to do is hold out until Lord Mordrek gets there."
