Luzbel was sitting near the fire, watching as the flames danced and consumed half of the rabbit he had roasted. Beside him, Ember was devouring the other half quickly, enjoying his succulent feast. As he munched on his meal, Luzbel became immersed in thought, remembering the three objects his mother had given him before his departure.
Carefully, he took the objects out of his pocket and placed them in front of him. First, he took the ring and looked at it carefully. It was a silver band with two angel wings. It was a tangible reminder of his mother, a reminder of her love and protection. Without hesitation, he placed it on his finger and felt a comforting connection.
Then, she took the dagger and held it in her hand. The hilt was adorned with encrusted gems and glittered in the firelight. It was a formidable weapon, a symbol of bravery and protection. With determination, he strapped the dagger to his thigh, ready to face any challenge that came his way.
Finally, he unfolded the letter Roland had handed him. The seal of the empire on the envelope showed a crossed sword with two wings, a symbol of power and justice. Turning it over, he read the elegantly written words, "Arx Regni" and "to Titus Marcellus from an old friend." These intriguing words aroused his curiosity and enlivened his spirit.
However, it was a messy and confusing little text in the lower right corner that caught his attention. The words were messy, but contained a deep and poignant message. "To Luzbel, boy, I'm in a hurry and can't write you as much as I'd like to. I'll just leave you my last wishes for you from this old man. I would have loved to see you grow into a great man and watch you get married and have a son, but the world is hard sometimes and these kinds of things happen. I just want you to know that all of this is not your fault, but the one who wielded the sword against those you loved. Boy, live a good life and fight for that dream you had as a kid. And make this old man in heaven smile."
A furtive tear escaped Luzbel's eye as he read the words written by that old man who acted as his grandfather. Quickly, he wiped it away, not wanting to show his vulnerability in front of Ember. "Don't worry, Ember, I won't cry anymore," he whispered as he looked at her, comforted by the presence of this loyal companion.
With renewed determination, Luzbel turned his gaze towards the exit of the cave, gazing at the dark starry blanket. The night seemed endless and full of promise. "Tomorrow we leave, Ember," he announced firmly. At his words, Ember shrieked affirmatively in response. Luzbel put out the fire and gathered up the remains of the meal and prepared for sleep as Ember flew over and snuggled up next to him. And so the two went to sleep.
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In the morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the opening of the cave, illuminating its interior. Luzbel awoke and gently shook Ember, who was resting peacefully on his head. With a gentle flutter of her wings, the little winged creature opened her eyes and yawned, preparing for the new day.
Luzbel stood up and shook the dirt from his clothes as he turned his gaze to Ember. "Come on, Ember, we have to get to Arx Regni today," he urged with determination. Ember nodded eagerly and, with a slight flutter, landed on Luzbel's shoulder as she combed her wings with her beak.
As they emerged from the cave, they were both startled at the sight of a large ravine that was not there before. The terrain had changed during the night, presenting them with an additional challenge on their journey. Luzbel assessed the situation and decided that the only option was to find a safe way across.
They set off through the lush forest, with the sun's rays filtering through the branches of the trees. Luzbel and Ember walked in sync, trusting in their connection to each other as they advanced towards Arx Regni. Along the way, Luzbel took the opportunity to converse with Ember.
"See that big red mountain over there?" asked Luzbel as he pointed toward the horizon. Ember nodded her head, expressing her curiosity. "That red-colored mountain is Brannheim. It is such an imposing volcano that it can be sighted from anywhere on the continent. Inside it, dwarves dwell."
Ember tilted his head, showing his interest at the mention of dwarves. Luzbel decided to explain more about this mysterious race. "Dwarves are one of the races that coexist on our continent. They are beings similar to humans, but much shorter and sturdier. They are recognized for their skill in handling fire, as well as for their mastery in construction and blacksmithing."
They continued their journey, sharing talks and knowledge as they made their way through the forest, crossing valleys and rivers. The road was not always easy, but their determination did not waver. Together, they overcame every obstacle that came their way, strengthening their bond and their spirit of adventure.
Finally, in the distance, they began to glimpse the goal of their journey. On the horizon in a huge green field the sun rose on the horizon, majestically illuminating an imposing medieval city of monumental proportions. Its high stone walls, flanked by imposing watchtowers, stand proudly, forming an impenetrable barrier surrounding the heart of the city. Meticulously designed, the city fuses the grandeur of the Roman Empire with a militarized aesthetic, emanating an aura of power and dominance.
Wide, cobblestone streets stretch like arteries, weaving an intricate network through the metropolis. White stone buildings, constructed with unparalleled architectural skill, soar skyward in impressive heights. Their facades are adorned with intricate reliefs and Corinthian columns, paying homage to classical Roman grandeur and aesthetics.
The heart of the city is dominated by an imposing fortified palace, a colossal structure that stands at the center as a testament to imperial authority. Its massive walls seem to defy anyone who dares to challenge the might of this military empire. From the battlements, guards in gleaming armor keep a watchful eye on the movements of the citizens, evoking a sense of order and constant control.
Along the streets, military barracks and well-equipped armories can be seen, where soldiers train tirelessly to protect and expand the empire. The sound of clashing swords and resounding shields intermingle with martial footsteps, creating a rhythmic symphony that fills the air. Imperial banners wave proudly at every corner, reminding everyone of the constant presence of glory and domination.
However, not everything in this city is cold and austere. There are well-tended squares and gardens that provide a respite from the military intensity. The central courtyards of the main buildings are decorated with beautiful fountains and sculptures, reminding citizens that even in the midst of war, beauty and culture flourish.
This medieval Roman-style, militarized city is a testament to the grandeur of a mighty empire. Every stone, every architectural detail, every step in its streets evokes the sense that here resides the epicenter of dominion and discipline. As the inhabitants immerse themselves in the daily life of a city forged in the Roman tradition, the martial spirit and imperial ambition pulsate in every corner, reminding them of their place in the vast empire they have helped to build.