The journey resumed without any further trouble.
After everything they had endured inside the witch's lair, the quietness of the following hours almost felt unnatural. Liam had expected something else to happen. A beast attacking them from the forest, another strange illusion, perhaps even some mysterious figure waiting along the road. But nothing came.
The road simply stretched ahead of them.
The horses moved at a steady pace while the group traveled together, surrounded by the changing landscape of the unfamiliar world. Sometimes they passed through dense forests where enormous trees blocked most of the sunlight. Other times the road opened into wide grasslands where the wind swept freely across the plains, making the tall grass ripple like waves beneath the sky.
Nobody complained.
