Chapter 9: Crying Canary

The monotonous rumble of the carriage wheels as they rolled over rocks and gravel littering the broad dirt road, droning on as she was pitched from side to side. Tilla’s eyes drifted lazily over the landscape that passed them by until an immense white wall rose into view. Her neck craning backwards as she surveyed the tall blank expanse, which stretched up towards the sky. There appeared to be only the sentries bordering the thick boundary’s top that separated Plentar’s outer wall from the hanging clouds above.

Like stony gargoyles along the parameter’s rim, the guards stared down from their lofty positions to observe the caravan that approached. Remaining unmoving from their posts, they regarded the wretched cargo the platoon of Hunters had brought with them in the manner of cold impartiality that would have been expected from them as the wagon crept closer. The rudimentary transport, fitted with metal bars, which had been strengthened against any magic or abilities that any of its