Ashrae walked tiredly, surrounded by his exhausted men. The chilly air of the winter morning freezing their bones as they descended from the abominable mountain.
Trying to get out of those damn woods had been a nightmare. Once they had marched out of Yahur, seemingly following the route which they had come from, they had soon realized that maybe they weren't remembering it as clearly as they had thought. The landscape blending into an unrecognizable maze of vegetation and unremarkable trails.
They had been lost for weeks, aimlessly wandering among the endless sea of trees and nearly starving, before miraculously finding the path leading south.
By now, his army was nothing but anxious and angry… And he knew it. But he was not willing to give in to their demands and walk back to Xiblen em
