It was a very dark night with not even the moon shining in the sky. The dark clouds rumbled from time to time, and the streaks of white light from the lightning were the only moments of brightness for anyone within the carriage.
Not that anyone would look at them, as they were all sleeping.
Ning felt the bobbing of the carriage that he was used to after the past 3 days of travel. It had been constant with very few stops, that too only to eat or take a break.
Every other moment was constant movement.
Thanks to the nearly 8000 undead they had managed to gather, each one of which was very strong, they had decided to ditch the horses and simply have the undead carry them around.
Those undead were fast, took in commands very well, and most importantly of all, they didn't need rest. So even at night while everyone slept in their carriages, the undead that carried those carriages continued traveling without stopping.
