Hutson swung himself onto his horse, his movements swift and practiced.
Behind him, Robert scrambled to do the same, mounting his own steed in a hurry.
Before setting off, Hutson turned in his saddle and cast a final glance at One Line Sky Gorge.
Even from here, the once-clear pass was now choked with dense undergrowth, as if nature had devoured the road overnight.
"Robert, look over there."
Robert followed his gaze, his eyes widening in shock.
"What the—? How did it end up like this?!"
His face twisted into a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
The path had been open when they arrived. Now, it was an impassable thicket.
It made no sense.
Robert looked like he had just seen a ghost—which, in a way, he probably had.
Hutson let out a breath.
"So, it's not just me. The world really did change overnight."
There was no denying it now.
Something was fundamentally wrong with that place.
"Let's move."
