The Last Blood Mage

Into the enemy’s camp

Under the moon's light, Xander and Atheria rode atop Crazy Jack, their journey illuminated by the silvery glow. The dirt path stretched out before them, bordered by swaying silver grass that added an enchanting quality to the scenery.

Suddenly, their focus shifted as they spotted a carriage approaching from a distance. The driver seemed oblivious to their presence due to the darkness and distance.

"Quick, into the grass," Xander whispered urgently, swiftly dismounting and disappearing into the tall blades.

"Sit boy," Atheria gently said. Crazy Jack seemed to comprehend Atheria's whispered command and obediently settled down in the grass.

"She is good with animals I see," Bloodhound commented within Xander's thoughts.

"That's why you like her I guess, because you are an animal too," Xander replied in a whispering tone.

The carriage drew nearer, its pace leisurely as torches cast dancing shadows around it. The driver, hidden beneath a bamboo hat and nondescript brown robes, seemed unaw