The three carriages continued to move through the forest at their usual pace. The next city was a bit further away, so over half of the night would be spent in the forest.
Most of the guards had fallen asleep by now. They doubted anyone would dare to attack the carriages with the royal symbol, so they just needed to drop the four people at the border.
The sky was dark, and the forest was unusually quiet. Vritra sat on the comfortable seat with his head leaning back and his eyes closed. His arms rested over the armrest as he tapped on it with his finger, feeling the chilly air of the night.
Suddenly, the dark sky was covered by silhouettes of thousands of men, all of them circling around the peacefully moving carriages.
They wore black robes with black masks on their faces. Six people were leading the large group. The air suddenly became suffocatingly thick with bloodlust.
