Chapter 7: Strange tribe
In the midst of the vast, monotonous, and repetitive plains, a small caravan composed of dozens of people and a few horses and carts loaded with supplies made its way.
Most of the caravan members walked on foot, while the young leader Blear and Willard rode on massive horses, leading the group of warriors toward their destination.
The horses they rode were not ordinary. They had massive bodies, sharp horns protruding from the center of their foreheads, blood-red eyes, and sharp fangs, making them resemble monsters more than domesticated horses.
But the most peculiar feature of their bodies was the natural, solid armor made of their skin, which spread from their hooves to their bellies and stopped at their necks. The upper part of their bodies, their backs, were covered in fur, making riding them somewhat comfortable.
In the middle of the caravan, where the largest number of armed warriors were gathered, Sollivan’s hands were tied to one of the carts, forcing him to walk hurriedly and stumble as his back slightly hunched from his inability to keep up with the caravan’s pace. This caused him to be dragged forward involuntarily.
His broken hand was wrapped in thick, strange brown leather, tightly bound to prevent his fingers from moving, which somewhat alleviated his pain.
Nevertheless, his breathing was erratic and labored, and his body was drenched in sticky sweat that made his dirty clothes cling to his skin.
Despite his many attempts to steady his breathing, he couldn’t hide his exhaustion. But the caravan didn’t stop to rest, making his expression grow darker.
He looked around helplessly, scanning his surroundings. If it weren’t for the occasional scattered trees, anyone in his position would have thought they were walking in place.
"Huff!"
’There are no hills or elevations, just a flat plain full of grass and a few trees. Even the beasts and animals are almost nonexistent. Throughout the journey, I’ve only seen a few birds.
This land is like an endless desert plain. Seeing this monotonous view for a long time would make anyone stuck here uncomfortable. But that’s not the problem.’