The wagons rumbled forward, wheels crunching against rough ground as the caravan slowly put distance between themselves and the serpent's territory. The labourers still restless, whispering nervously about the fight they had left behind, every jolt of the cart pulling their minds back to the flashes and tremors they had felt. Even the guards, usually stoic, kept glancing over their shoulders as if expecting a shadow to come slithering through the fog.
"Do you think he survived?" one of them muttered.
Another shook his head, uncertain. "No one should, not against that thing."
Before anyone could add to the dread, someone pointed up. "Wait—look!"
