Our journey wasn't as long or hard as I anticipated. Instead of traveling blindly through the fringes of Sylvarus, fighting the forest every step of the way, the scouts of the Last Light Company led us to what seemed like an ancient elvish highway.
"The Verdant Loop," one of their rangers, Avrass, said as we stepped onto the path.
The road was a hard-packed dirt and gravel scar winding through the forest. Unlike the dark, richly colored dirt beneath the roots, the color was a pale brown, like sand. Low-hanging branches swung just above my head, snapping against the scales of the taller demons, but it was wide enough for two, maybe three wagons. Or a single monstrous evolved demon. Given the numbers of our army, it would take hours to pass any given point, but it was still faster than braving the untamed wilds.
"Those storm demons," Avrass said, scratching his chin. "Are they yours to command, my Lady?"
