The sun beat down relentlessly on the crimson-hued earth.
A column of two hundred players was on the move.
Just as Ethan had estimated, only a handful had mounts. The vast majority were on foot, relying on their own two legs to eat up the miles.
At the head of the group, Leo rode a small pony, clad in half-plate armor, ambling along at a leisurely stroll. Beside him, Victor, Williams, Meatball, and the others were also mounted, but to keep pace with the foot-marchers behind them, they held their steeds to a walk.
"We're getting close, right? How come the boss isn't here yet?" Leo asked, shielding
his eyes from the sun with one hand, his massive shield strapped to his back.
"Relax, Ethan won't be late," Victor said, his gaze constantly sweeping the surroundings. "An operation this big is bound to have drawn attention."
"Nothing but open ground for miles," Williams murmured, eyes closed as he rode. "Even if they've noticed us, good luck setting an ambush."
