The moment the last of the Remnants crumbled to dust, Malakar straightened, his usual smirk returning.
"Well, that was fun. But I think we've spent enough time dawdling."
Argolaith wiped the sweat from his brow, still feeling the lingering weight of the fight. "We need to keep moving."
Kaelred, catching his breath, shot him a glare. "Keep moving? We've been walking for weeks. How much farther is this place?"
Malakar's grin widened. "Oh, not too far."
Argolaith narrowed his eyes. "Define 'not too far.'"
Malakar lifted a hand, pointing toward the distant towering silhouette of a mountain range.
"Just a few hundred miles."
Kaelred gaped. "A few hundred miles?"
Malakar shrugged. "Give or take."
Argolaith let out a breath. "Then we run."
Kaelred stared at him. "Excuse me?"
"We run," Argolaith repeated. "Nonstop. No more slow pacing. We need to reach this lich before something else finds us."
Kaelred groaned. "Do you know how exhausting that is going to be?"
