Lith's simple reply made the farmer burst into tears. In the past centuries, the man had done all he could think of to escape from the nightmare his life was. He had attempted to dig under the barrier, tried to break it, and killed himself in any way he could conceive an put into practice.
Yet the only result was to wake up the same day the High Lord would be activated, no matter if he died due to the black rain or his own hands. At first, he had put his hopes into the clerics of the High Sun.
They were the most powerful mages of the whole nation of Belamd of which Kaduria was the capitol. They had forgemastered the High Lord to protect the Kingdom against the invading forces from the north.
They had created the problem, they were supposed to solve it. Time was the only thing Kadurians didn't lack. Only years later the clerics confessed to having lost their magic powers.
