Chapter 250: Arc 4, Act II, - 95: To Division Four!
The carriages were set to depart, each of them climbed in with a background of a blooming dawn. The interior was quite spacious for the sacrifice of velvety seats and frilly curtains.
Feyan took a step forward, the rest had entered. "Fwish." A sound caught his ears. The half-elf searched around, his medic pack, his uniform, till he noticed the deep blue water droplets vaporizing from his left trouser pocket.
His brows in a knit, he reached in and took out what appeared to be an envelope with a brownish-gold seal. On the back he read in a mutter, "Do not worry brother, I paid the Ordinate a bonus so that this spell cannot be tracked.
In case you are in battle, you may read this later. It is nothing too urgent. Luciean," all in little cursive letters. Feyan sighed... Still no letter to be sent to the Artevik House, from one Feyan Ishan Artevik.
He shook his head, neatly putting it back into his pocket before stepping into the carriage and shutting the door. "Go!" the driving soldier cracked the reigns and the horsaroaches went into a gallop.
Out the window they could catch a glimpse of the chasm and ravines that led to sheer drops, the sky shifting hue with every hour and the pathways cleared out by the army—posts and signs to indicate direction as well.
Going northwest, the plateau gradually took an incline and they passed by an ally camp, most likely one of the Fifth Division’s. It seemed to be guarding a long, narrow land formation westwards.
The same formation the carriage took a turn into. Across the connected path of earth they went, onto the west side of the plateaus. A flock of ostriches chirped and screeched away.
One chased the carriage for a few metres before it stopped, agitating the horsaroaches to sprint faster. Lizards burrowed into little holes as the wheels rumbled across stone and dust.
Hotaru checked her watch; the silver hands ticked closer to eleven and before she could even say it aloud, the carriage began to slow down.
Soldiers peered and squinted before the driver gave specific gestures with his hand. The rifles they carried lowered and they signalled the carriage to be taken into the camp of Division Four.
The tents upfront were near-empty, with only a dozen or soldiers in sight as the carriage was brought in. Not too far from where they entered, they parked the carriage next to the other carriages.