The deafening sound of the carriage wheels against the packed ground mingled with the desperate neighing of the horses. Dust and blood filled the air, transforming the road into a moving battlefield.
Kael stood atop the carriage, his feet planted firmly on the wood that creaked under the insane speed. The wind whipped at his cape, but nothing shook his posture. His sword flashed as it sliced through the air, repelling every enemy that dared to approach.
A figure leaped from a parallel enemy wagon, blade raised. The steel descended in a deadly arc, but Kael twisted, dodging it by the skin of his teeth. His response was swift: a precise blow that pierced the man's chest. The scream barely erupted before his body fell to the road, swallowed by the dust and the rumble of the wheels.
