Chapter 5518 Arrival In Eastshire
- The wind still whipped dust across the open wastes as the trio pressed on. Luna led, steps light yet sure, moving as though the desert were mapped upon her heartbeat.
- Flaxseed huffed, "How much farther to Eastshire's walls? My legs are singing their own funeral hymn."
- Days of relentless travel had drained him, and the promise of finding the Sixth Hall drove an impatient spark through every weary muscle.