Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 13]

Reaching down, I slapped Faith's flank with one hand. "Go. Yah!"

We tore away from the village's gates, out onto the dirt path and toward the major road back to Vale. With the sun rising through the sky and the festival almost certainly beginning, I didn't have much time. Better to travel light and fast, which was why I didn't even stop to loot any armour from the fallen. There just wasn't the time for it.

Faith picked her way among the bodies without concern. The moment she was free of them, she fell into a gallop.

[...]

It was an hour of travel before I caught sight of the army's passing.

[...]

Vale was still standing when I reached it. That alone felt like a miracle. The southern gate was open, and it was that I passed through, people giving me strange looks as I did. There was cheering in the distance. The Festival was still on. I made my way towards it, Faith rushing down the streets as I ignored people shouting for me to stop.

[...]

Faith brought me to the outside of a large, ringed amphitheatre. I slipped off, patting her neck as she panted for breath. She could rest now, having worked herself to exhaustion just to get me here.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 13]