(YORK'S POV)
I can barely believe that I was able to kill my own three encantos just for the sake of one barangan. The vision and thought that I never thought I could dare to do. Yes, I had been called a traitor to my own people, even though I am a king myself. However, I will stand for justice, and it doesn't matter if it was my blood or not. This time I realized I wasn't standing for the encanto alone but the oppressed.
Few gaits with our horses, it brought us to a little village near the woods. 'Welcome to the feral wilds' the wooden sign says. The first time I reached this far, will the truth be told, I was never outside the kingdom periphery aside from the human world. However, this was different, I was still standing in my own world, where magic exists. However, this place was not so different from the human world. It reminds me of the village near the shore, Thea's mom's place where life was so simple and basic.
