"Let me carry you," Caspian offered, seeing her pace falter slightly on a steep incline. "The climb to the Red Cliffs is rough."
"I'd rather crawl," Hana snapped, her eyes flashing with a cold warning.
She wasn't about to show any more vulnerability in front of the Boar servants.
She was a survivor; she moved on her own strength, even if every step made her lower back throb.
When Taga said they would arrive before sunset, she believed the journey would be around three to four hours but after an hour of trekking, the lush greenery began to thin, replaced by dusty, rust-colored stone and sharp, jagged cliffs.
Ah, so he meant it when he said we would get there before the sun sets. I just interpreted it the wrong way.
This is what happens in a world that does not have the concept of time.
"There," Taga whispered, stopping and pointing toward the extreme edge of a high plateau. "That is where the metal crates spilled out. But… we cannot reach them now unlike before."
