The northern woods offered zero comfort to fugitives.
The freezing wind bit their exposed skin, and the thick mud sucked at their boots with every single step.
They marched south for three days without a fire and without a real meal.
Raziel walked at the head of the column.
He felt the severe hunger cramping his stomach, but the permanent lock inside his chest severed the emotional panic of starvation.
He just registered the physical pain as a draining stamina bar on his interface. He calculated their exact calorie deficit and planned the solution.
Caius walked right behind him. The novice carried Mirael on his broad back.
The Oracle lacked the physical strength to navigate the jagged tree roots and the steep ravines, so Caius offered to carry her without a single complaint.
He possessed the raw endurance of a Pantheon guardian, and he did not show any signs of fatigue.
Zorya walked next to Caius and kept her silver eyes focused on the invisible mana currents.
