Before crossing into
Empire territory, Eric stopped to address the convoy. "Spread out. Maintain
visual on each other. We will stop every twelve hours to rest for three hours,
and switch drivers." He looked to the Dragons. "You will be in charge of
noticing if the supernatural or mana spikes in the atmosphere. Maintain
vigilance. One slip could mean death. Move out."
After six hours of
travel, the convoy passed through a small ravine. Thousands of vultures lined
the small creek-bed. The convoy members looked to each other, not speaking as
safeties clicked. "Proceed slowly." Eric's voice cracked over the radio.
"Weapons hot." Each turret was loaded, while AT-4's were prepared.
They passed through
the small clearing north of the ravine, and the smell hit them. A soldier
gagged while Felicity gasped. "This is horrible." She said softly. A voice
grounded them as the radio came to life. "Keep moving."
They passed by the decaying
