The next two days of travel were a serene pause in the fast-paced rhythm their lives had taken in the past few days.
The dirt road wound through dense forests and sunny clearings, the only sounds being the hooves of their mounts and the songs of birds, occasionally broken by the distant roar of a beast.
They encountered no major problems. Lesser beasts, sensing their strength, preferred to keep their distance.
When hunger struck, Kyrian used his eyes to locate a beast nearby as they traveled, then drew a bow from his ring, one he had stored in Misty City. With a single, precise arrow shot, he would secure their dinner.
Yanyu, in turn, showed surprising skill in preparing the meat, using wild herbs she knew to season it, something Kyrian had no knowledge of.
But when he tasted it, he nodded in approval, it was indeed better than what he was used to cooking.
