The survivors did not move immediately.
After two days in Eldilon Forest, trust was not something they could give away easily.
The man at the front looked toward the distant wall again.
"You're really from Velaris?"
Henry nodded.
"We live there."
The man studied him for another few seconds before finally lowering his weapon.
Behind him, the others slowly followed.
Nobody celebrated.
Nobody cheered.
They were too exhausted for that.
They simply began walking.
The journey from the forest to the territory boundary was short compared to the distance they had already traveled, but the survivors struggled with every step.
One man nearly collapsed.
Two people immediately caught him.
"Easy."
"I can walk."
"You've been saying that for the last hour."
A few tired laughs escaped the group.
It was the first sign that they were still capable of something other than fear.
When the Blackstone Wall finally came into view, several survivors stopped.
They stared.
