On a dim and horrifying road, Annie Rui, known as the "Little Fierce Stallion," rode with his heart pounding wildly as he drove his warhorse forward, desperately avoiding the rotten tentacles lurking everywhere. The endless screams echoing through the darkness were pushing him to the brink of insanity.
This caravan of a hundred people was already on the verge of collapse.
The endless stream of corpses and monsters crawling out of the ground had left everyone from Fierce Stallion Territory pale with terror.
"My lord, we need to rest. The craftsmen have to repair the wagons. Damn those tentacles, they've completely tangled the wheels."
A knight clad in light armor rode up beside Annie Rui, panting heavily. His hoarse voice rasped like a broken bellows.
"The ladies can't endure riding much longer. None of us have slept in two days."
