Timeline: TC1853.01.27 (Morning)
Location: Western Roads toward Thornhaven
The fog came with dawn.
Not natural mist burning off with sunrise—thick, clinging vapor that rolled across the road like a living thing with malicious intent. Gray tendrils wrapped around wagon wheels and horse legs, obscuring the ground until even experienced animals stumbled on terrain they should have navigated easily.
Raven sat in the lead wagon, body still aching from yesterday's combat despite overnight healing that had closed the worst wounds. Her left arm remained wrapped in bandages where corruption had burned through skin, meridians beneath still tender from tears that would take days to properly heal.
But she could travel. Could fight if necessary. That was enough.
Around her, the world felt wrong.
