They rode for two full days, pushing the Horned Horses to their limits. The Glimmerwood Forest grew thicker and wilder around them.
The narrow track they had been following disappeared completely, forcing Rhys to rely on his own senses and the general direction Emma provided to navigate the dense woods.
The trees here were massive, their dark leaves forming a canopy so thick that the world below was trapped in a perpetual twilight.
Strange, glowing fungi grew on the bark of the trees, casting an eerie, pale light on the forest floor.
The air was heavy and still. There were no sounds of birds or insects, only the steady clopping of their horses' hooves and the soft rustle of leaves as they passed.
Rhys's beast-repelling potion was working perfectly. The minor spiritual beasts that roamed the outer forest were giving them a wide berth.
