Time blurred as the sun began to dip below the horizon, its golden glow vanishing gradually from the world. Soon after, the moon appeared, its silver rays bathing the land in a serene, ethereal radiance as darkness slowly encroached upon everything in sight, swallowing the warmth of daylight.
At this moment, Norman, Asher, and the rest of the team were still on their way. The Enduron horses had been moving continuously, without stopping even once for any reason. Every attack or roadblock along the way was swiftly handled by Samuel, Daniel, and Clara, whose vigilance never broke. Norman, Asher, William, and Finch had not made a single move throughout the entire day; they had only remained seated on their horses, riding without rest or pause, letting the repetitive rhythm lull their bodies into stiffness.
