Frey kept his Hawk Eyes active, constantly surveying the distance far ahead.
But the view remained the same.
Until the third day on Crownlands.
Frey's subtle unease was enough to alert both Snow and Ghost, who quickly asked:
"Something ahead?"
Frey responded immediately.
"Something's waiting for us… and a lot of it."
He could barely see it .. a distant mirage. But what he was certain of was this:
a massive number of strange beings lay in wait.
"Worst-case scenario, it's another army," Frey said, worry evident in his voice.
Snow and Ghost tensed, their expressions hardening.
Frey didn't say it out loud, but the size of the army he saw was far greater than the one they had faced before.
So vast, he couldn't see its end.
He wondered what kind of battle awaited them now…
That question lingered for quite some time as they continued running.
And then .. after what felt like an eternity, with their nerves frayed and dread mounting under the weight of anticipation…
