The morning was pleasant, and the wind was slowly getting colder.
Gallop! Gallop!
Amidst the vast farmland with a variety of vegetables being ripe for harvesting, five horses galloped through the makeshift path.
It had been around 5 days since they departed, and they were expected to reach the village by this evening.
The journey had no obstacles whatsoever.
'I can't believe it's almost October.' Raven thought somberly, the cold wind reminding him of the fast approaching winters.
It had been around 3 months since he came into this world, and it all still felt so surreal.
"Dante," Pevon called him out by his alias.
Since they were riding horses at a fast speed, his voice was quite loud.
"Hmm?" Raven turned his head around as Pevon rode right next to him.
"How much time do we have left?" He asked, since he couldn't read a map himself.
Raven wasn't the only dropout here.
Pevon was in the same boat.
