"We're probably in Craig now. We need to keep heading north." Recalling what he had foreseen in his prophecy, Geronimo directed the party onward.
There was another person slumped over the back of the horse he rode.
"Cough, cough—ugh." Rama felt like he might be dying.
"Sita. My... wife."
"Hey, hey, is he really okay? It looks like his life is flashing before his eyes already." Robin Hood pointed at Rama from nearby, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his face.
"If we don't find a doctor soon, this guy probably won't make it to tomorrow." Billy the Kid sighed and looked around. "This is Western territory. Those mechanical soldiers delayed us for far too long. Say, Geronimo, is the doctor from your prophecy really over here?"
"They should be... right?" Even Geronimo was beginning to lose his bearings at this point.
They had already traveled from Texas to the border of Colorado and Wyoming, yet they still had not found anything like the "savior" or "doctor" from the prophecy. Instead, they had run into hordes of mechanical soldiers and nearly lost their lives.
"Other than continuing on, we don't really have any options. Even if we went back, we wouldn't find anything else, right? But surely we won't make it all the way to Montana without finding them." Robin Hood scratched his head, his tone full of helplessness. Then, as if sensing something, he looked north.
Geronimo and Billy the Kid sensed something as well and looked north together.
A very distinct commotion seemed to be coming from the north.
"Mechanical soldiers again?" Billy the Kid sounded irritated. "Seriously, are these things like those Celtic lunatics? Can't kill them all no matter how many you take down?"
"Wait. I don't think so." Geronimo's expression turned grave. He listened