The carriage moved forward, creaking like the wood was about to give up.
RUMBLE!
Every bump in the road sent a painful jolt to Raziel's back but he didn't complain.
Even if the atmosphere inside that wooden box was suffocating.
In front of him, Sister Elena kept her eyes closed, her hands rested on her lap, intertwined over a rosary of bone beads. She seemed to be sleeping.
'Or planning how to kill us all,'
[MENTAL STATUS: STABLE (FOR NOW)]
[SHADOW PARASITE: INACTIVE]
[ESTIMATED REMAINING TIME: 57 DAYS]
He looked to his side.
Lucian had his nose glued to the dirty glass of the window. Lara, next to him, dozed off with her head resting on Elena's shoulder.
"Where are we?" Lucian murmured, his breath fogging the glass.
Raziel looked out his own window.
The landscape of Phaedra stretched to the horizon, but it wasn't the green and fertile land that the Academy history books painted.
The land was white, covered in a crust of saltpeter that shined under the sun.
