They continued working on the straight road until it met another, running perpendicular to it—forming a T-junction. Dust swirled around their boots with every step, and the midday sun beat down relentlessly, baking the newly-laid path.
Izikel consulted the worn map in his mind. He'd studied it carefully before they set out.
"If we turn left here," he muttered aloud, "we'll end up deep in the cities and villages of the Lunar Kingdom… then finally, the White Kingdom."
He paused, glancing at the right turn.
"And if we go right and cross the Wildlands, we'll eventually reach the Bloodmoon Kingdom."
Felvin, walking a few paces ahead, heard him and gave a small nod without turning.
"But we're not heading in either direction," Izikel said, furrowing his brow. "So… where are we going?"
