The sun had barely risen when Ashen began his daily routine around the Swamp Village. Today, the air was crisp and invigorating, a sign that autumn was drawing near. His mornings typically started with a quiet walk along the edge of the village, observing how the villagers were faring and checking the defenses along the Ironclad Fortress.
As he strolled, villagers greeted him warmly. Children played near the market square, while merchants set up their stalls, preparing for the day's trade. The atmosphere was lively yet peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaotic battles that had once been the norm.
Ashen made his way to the training grounds where the village guards and new recruits were practicing. He watched for a while, offering guidance and encouragement to those struggling with their techniques. Though his abilities far exceeded theirs, he valued every person's contribution to the village's safety.
