Traveling in different wagons, Zephyr's group and that of the hero traveled as far as possible in the southwest direction of Uzmiya's Holt. Only as the night grew more vibrant did the trees begin to clear, leading them down a cobble road that seemed to stretch on forever. An hour passed following the cobble, and the regular horses came to a sudden halt. Refusing to budge, not even move a little, they blinked their eyes and leaned on each other.
Overloading the wagon had crippled their strength. Even combined, they couldn't lug the weight for more than a few hours. A gentle caress by their nape, and they quickly eased into Aura's touch. The clicking of their reins being set free breathed some life into their eyes, and that life glowed brighter as the devil led them to the side of the road for them to finally rest for the night.
