Chapter 1120: Running Toward a Mountain, Wearing Out a Horse

Just after noon, Lionel Zorn led everyone around the edge of the woods and onto the far side of the mountain. The moment they came out from the trees, the world seemed to open up. A broad, open flatland stretched out before them, carpeted in green grass. It looked nothing like the weed-choked ground they had pushed through earlier. This clearing was smooth, as if someone had trimmed it on purpose. The grass only came up to their ankles, soft underfoot, dotted with tiny wildflowers in splashes of...