Chapter 95 — Nyxara's Web
The supply convoy wound its way through the Ashen Canyons like a slow-moving river of black and crimson.
It was one of the largest caravans the kingdom had assembled since the Convergence — thirty wagons heavy with winter stores, healing crystals stabilized by faint threads of the Veilheart Keystone, and crates of newly forged twilight steel weapons. The route was chosen for its natural defenses: high canyon walls that limited ambush points, and a narrow pass that funneled attackers into kill zones. Grimgor Ashreaver rode at the rear with a company of Traditionalists, his massive axe resting across his saddle. Liora and Cairis rode near the center, cloaks drawn against the biting wind that whipped through the canyon.
For the first few hours, the journey felt almost peaceful.
