Chapter 51: Damn! These benches are hard as hell!
The road wound through dense forest, the canopy blotting out most of the sunlight. What little light pierced through scattered across the earth, where deep grooves marked the constant passing of heavy wheels. The air was damp, heavy with moss and leaf rot, filled with the low drone of insects.
At the center of the trail, a massive carriage like bus rumbled forward. Its frame was carved from thick blackwood reinforced with bands of runed iron. Chains and mana gears turned within the axle, keeping the monstrous wagon moving as if half-driven by sorcery. Each exhale of the beasts released pale mist that curled into the air like smoke.
