The second day carried them deeper into wilderness that no longer bore the gentle fingerprints of civilization.
The road they were taking disappeared all togehter replace by a trail seen only in Julius's mind as they rode their horses over the untouched wilderness.
What remained was a hunter's path at best, a suggestion of passage where grass bent the wrong way and brush had been pushed aside often enough to remember it.
Julius guided them with quiet confidence.
Not by the System—though it hummed patiently at the edge of his awareness—but by terrain, sun angle, and the subtle language of the land itself.
His intent to search for hidden vaults, most of which from the game were hidden away in the mountains and hills scattered across the continent.
Serena watched him closely as they rode, whenever her attention was not on their shifting surroundings of the natural beauty of the countryside.
