With revenge no longer weighing on his mind, Thoren felt the knot in his heart loosen.
For days, he had carried the constant burden of vigilance.
Now that the Federation and the Slave Trade Guild had been dealt with, that invisible pressure finally lifted.
He no longer needed to glance over his shoulder every few moments.
For the first time in a long while, his mind felt clear.
Seated atop the back of the Undead Iron Roar Komodo, Thoren had been traveling for more than five hours without stopping.
The undead beast moved tirelessly across the barren landscape, its massive claws crushing stones and frost beneath every stride.
Unlike a living creature, the undead Komodo felt no fatigue.
It did not need rest.
And because of that, their journey through the Uncharted Territory had been swift and relentless.
Deep within Thoren's chest, a powerful determination burned.
