A soft squeak of the carriage, along with the sound of marching, made Lidien smile as the moon's rays played with his shadow against the torchlight.
Alva stood at his side, bowing slightly as she reported the total lives the caravan had lost in passing through the Bone Orchards.
Luckily, most of the slaves had survived, and the wagons remained undamaged, thanks to the soldiers who were more afraid of becoming slaves again than dying. It kept their morale high, making their sacrifices not in vain.
Lidien nodded, a hollow satisfaction settling in his chest. Yet, as he watched the disciplined ranks of soldiers, a cold unease began to prickle at the back of his neck.
'Everything seems to be going according to plan. I even got a Rift in my Dreamflow... it is too abnormal to be mere fate. Am I just lucky, or is there something wrong with this world giving me all the advantages?'
