The War for the North [22]
It had been three days since they left Frosthelm.
Advancing through the vast, snow-covered roads of the North, the unit looked like a drop of black ink floating in a white sea.
There was still a distance of four or five days to their destination.
At this rate, the Support Army should have arrived at that point a day before Cassian and his unit because traversing the snow turned out to be more difficult than expected.
During this time, there wasn't a single trace of the Obsidian Dawn. No scout, no trap, not even a silhouette watching from afar. Everything was excessively normal, and the silence was unnervingly deep.
Swaying slightly in his horse's saddle, Cassian thought that staring at the same white horizon all day had a dullness that reminded one of madness.
The only sounds heard besides the howling of the wind were the hooves of the horses crushing the snow and the clanking of the soldiers' metal armor.
