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One day later.
After camping overnight in a relatively large meadow. I started to continue my journey from where I am now, towards the small castle on the border. The First Line members called him the front line of resistance.
According to the accounts of several people I met along the way, the location of the small castle was right after the dead forest in front of me. They told me that this forest originally had thick and shady leaves, but they withered and fell after the bloodshed that flooded the ground in this forest.
Now, this dead forest is a silent witness to the struggle of the First Line members to defend the border from the demons. This indicates that the battle between humans and demons has been going on for years.
I packed up the things I used to support the camp in this place. Put the items back in the bag on my horse's back.
