Day 4,615

We rode for three days, only stopping for brief rests and light meals. Our ruse has worked, and now the horde is chasing us. There is no sign of the main force anymore, nor the city of Arziron. We are on our own now.

My companions have been mostly silent throughout the journey, and I can't blame them. Now that it is a race against time, casual talk is no longer a luxury we can afford. The only thing that matters now is that we move constantly while reserving our strength.

It is a twenty-ride to the borders of Thuron. Maps indicated various villages and cities along the way, so there will be plenty of cover for us. But we don't intend to stay in one place for two long or else we risk the horde catching up with us. And that is certain death.

It is nine in the evening now. We only rested for a little, then we will be on our way again. Ever since this began, we started traveling at night as well. Though it is dangerous, it is our only hope of ever outpacing the horde.