The days passed with the kind of rhythm only discipline and purpose could create.
Morning broke with a cold breeze, the sun climbing slowly as the convoy moved again—no announcements, no commands yelled out loud. Just the natural flow of trained knights and prepared tigers falling back into motion. The travel resumed as fairly as it began, unmarred by bandits or monster sightings. Nothing troubled their journey, and for that, no one dared complain. Not even Luke, who still wasn't fully sure what to expect from Govean, but welcomed the quiet while it lasted.
