Three days had passed since the attack on Redwater Crossing.
The flight had been a blur of gray skies and endless mutated forests. Ashwick wasn't far—at least before the apocalypse—but in the current state of the world, distance was measured in danger.
It was still a week of travel away from the smoking ruins of the research facility.
They had flown without pause, landing only when they needed to rest.
They had spoken little since leaving the survivors. Seeing what they did, the cages, and the experiments gave them a bad mood.
But they were surely thinking, and Jake, Jake was actually curious.
"How are we going to do it?" he asked. "Ashwick. The survivors said, it's a fortress."
Reidar looked at the boy.
"We'll find a way," Reidar said.
"But how? The guy said the walls are made of mana-dampening stone. He also said, they have guards at Level 300."
Reidar nodded. He had heard that too. The intel they got from the survivors painted a grim picture.
